"Ten Crowns, Ten Crowns..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

And my last poem of the semester. Now I will go cry about the fact that I don't get to write any more poetry with my professor and his funny hair. :(

John

Woman with the blue hem,
this man is your son. This
is the dusty-faced big-handed shepherd
sent to gather your sheep-dreams
from the scattered meadows and the worn-down trails.
Your son is dead. This stranger
is your son. In the cooling light
greet him with a warm hand
and welcome him down the sand path to your home.
He is no carpenter or fisherman,
but he is yours.
Welcome him into the house of your heart
and leave the dead in their stone tombs.
Put out a torch to guide him.
He will paint your doorposts with blood
and no one will harm you.
Love him and he will love you.
He is your son,
woman with the worn blue hem.

Comments

[raanve]

You write the loveliest poems. <3

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

^^ Thank you. Actually, do you have any suggestions for which poem I should submit to my English professor for the website? He wants to put one from this semester up, and I am indecisive and wobbly.

[raanve]

There are too many good ones to pick from! So I will just tell you what some of my favorites have been:

Song for a Friend
Camille
your sonnets (but then, I'm partial to sonnets)

This one is a good candidate, too, I think.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

aamfnajksnfsa the sonnets? I have no faith whatsoever in my ability to rhyme without sounding stupid. ^^

Mmm. I did really like Camille.

[collectingbees.livejournal.com]

I love this. :>

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

^______^

(this was another attempt to rewrite an old poem that had the same basic ideas but much more clumsily expressed. I'm really pleased with how it came out, overall.)