Desolate

Over, mortified, my life torn apart.
My broken glass unicorn;
We face the future forlorn.

An example of Englyn Penfyr © Gay Reiser Cannon – 10/11/2012 * All Rights Reserved

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The Tower

“In the mist stands the Tower …blind as a fool’s heart” *
where roping rings of clouds wreathe ’round its base
The questing trail traversing barren plains,
an age I’ve spent since I was charged to start.

But shelter can’t be found, lightning strikes break
as I approach, low thunder shakes the ground
beyond the hills; light splits both air and clouds.
A fatal stroke then forks, the tower cracks!

The prize I must retrieve is lost at once.
My mind so set, my thoughts so crystallized
now break apart, the bounty tossed away.

I fail my goal yet feel exuberance–
a sense of freedom materialized
when broken tower yields a shining day.

* Opening Line derived from Robert Browning’s Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came
© Gay Reiser Cannon *  10/8/2012 *  All Rights Reserved