On the way to read a partiular poem here on GA, I got side-tracked and read another instead. It was a piece of blank verse and as I read it, I thought I'd like to give it a go. As a rank amateur writer of verses, it was a bit presumptious, perhaps, for me to think that - I have given it my best go but I realise that may not be good enough ... All comments are welcomed. As ever, I thank Parker Owens for his patient assistance. However, all deficiencies are mine, and nobody else's.
This response follows on from my Last Post Wins ballad.
I know about your plots, your wicked lies,
Your heartless, knavish tricks against a man,
A knight so brave and fair, who risked my wrath
To save your wretched, worthless life. So hear
Me when I say that you do not deserve
Such love, so generously given – I
Do now command it be your lifelong quest
To worship, serve and treasure him for all
His time. Go, leave me now to seek your knight
And truly sing to him your songs of love.
This is the second response.
How long have we been friends? Some three decades?
The passing years have not increased the depth
Of this, our longtime bond; of each, we know
So little, yet somehow we thrive and still
we travel far to meet, then play and talk
Of music, striking, hitting things, both how,
And where and when; and this is how it goes,
I know, because your life elsewise does not
Connect with mine: no talk of art or sport,
Or gardens, food, or books and such – just this.