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VALENTINE
a ladle addling youth from the hallowed fountain
savoir yet uncouth you faced the baleful mountain
to obtain a fabled truth curtailed by vengeful shadows
saved untouched unmind deep beyond the shallows
our prejudged saviours words are to be read as crime
chaste yet chased the lead follows the blind
scarred and scared secrete his sacred sacrament
body is bread bled to savour the best red wine
grace and gratitude become but garland and garment
and Love a beheaded saint is called my valentine
savoir yet uncouth you faced the baleful mountain
to obtain a fabled truth curtailed by vengeful shadows
saved untouched unmind deep beyond the shallows
our prejudged saviours words are to be read as crime
chaste yet chased the lead follows the blind
scarred and scared secrete his sacred sacrament
body is bread bled to savour the best red wine
grace and gratitude become but garland and garment
and Love a beheaded saint is called my valentine
Published 13th Feb 2014
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13th Feb 2014 10:57pm
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14th Feb 2014 6:21am
A very well-crafted poem, whale, with its assonance, alliteration and rhymes. Legend has it that St Valentine healed a blind woman.
Yet I don't feel this to be a dark poem, for some reason, perhaps because of my early fondness for Christian passion and drama (!)
:)
Yet I don't feel this to be a dark poem, for some reason, perhaps because of my early fondness for Christian passion and drama (!)
:)
14th Feb 2014 7:44am
Thanks Absinthe for your lovely words.
On darkness - I put the poem here because it's a Valentines poem not about Love but the paucity of Love.
Our love stories are built on sacrifice only which when you think about it :) is pretty dark.
On darkness - I put the poem here because it's a Valentines poem not about Love but the paucity of Love.
Our love stories are built on sacrifice only which when you think about it :) is pretty dark.
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14th Feb 2014 10:04pm
whale, this is a short sophisticated poem packed with technique, demonstrating your poetic skill with excellent use of repetition alliteration, consonance and rhyme, weaved with your depth of insight.
The truth of Saint Valentine is a mystery in itself, but the west will always twist the truth when a price can be made on whiff of a myth.
The truth of Saint Valentine is a mystery in itself, but the west will always twist the truth when a price can be made on whiff of a myth.
15th Feb 2014 00:43am
Love it, like Lily_Mae, especially those last two lines. Your words speak loudly. Also a very thought provoking piece of writing.
Excellent throughout Whale.
Excellent throughout Whale.
15th Feb 2014 00:45am
15th Feb 2014 12:15pm
Deft touches of alliteration ... A wonderful tome on how we become martyrs to our own hearts and desires.
15th Feb 2014 2:01pm
Anonymous
17th Feb 2014 11:38am
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Loss, love and scattered pieces
Loss, love and scattered pieces
17th Feb 2014 12:06pm
