Poetic Peace

A call for help heeded not
Poetic peace be with
Strangled by this heavy yoke
Fashioned on the stith

Staggering with this load I pull
This giant monolith
Poetic peace without,
This load is not a myth

His daughter’s virtue still intact
Though we laid down in the frith
Poetic peace ne’er be mine
Be damned this old blacksmith

© 2011 Michael Yost

8 responses to “Poetic Peace

  1. You have such a way with your words…love it!


  2. Michael – dark, otherwordly, yet timeless. What a picture you present! Amy


  3. A dad is a dad is a dad!! Nice work … 🙂


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