Poetry & Verse
The following poem is from my first book of verse titled Characters of Lament. It is about a young woman of centuries ago whom has married a man of influence, but whom she does not love. It is a marriage of a sense of duty and approval of her family. She longs to be with her true love.
Catherine Daye
Catherine sitteth by the window,
waiting for her love,
the dark beneath her - lighted by
the stars of sky above.
She, Catherine Aston,
had wed Sir Aubrey Daye,
no love for him within her heart,
she sought to find a way
of leaving to be...with her love,
William Wyatt, of Armbridge,
the city from which she were born,
now living in French heritage.
Her husband were a relative stranger,
and they barely shared a word,
his heart was cold and empty,
locked and undisturbed.
Calmly fleeing the walls of silence,
to William's warm embrace,
she found love and safety within his arms,
and kindness in his face.
'I love thee, Catherine Daye,' he whispered in her ear,
'I will love thee for eternity, you shalt not live in fear.'
She waited by that window,
one year, two year, three...
she waited for sweet William,
and their love to be set free.
Aubrey kept his silence,
but it spoke so plainly clear,
his involvement to be sure,
had William disappear.
Rumours told of overseas,
a life of naval duty,
a cameo kept with him...
capturing her beauty.
Seated at her window,
against the summer breeze,
the fragrance of 'Sweet William',
...blessed with memories.
How cruel life can be,
when in search of true love,
blighted by the dark beneath
stars of sky above...
Autumn has a special place in my heart. As much as I love and adore the sunlight and warmth of summer, there is something magical and enchanting about autumn.
Autumn
Hark the knell of long summer eve,
the cusp of autumn is upon us.
As early dusk casts it's shadow,
and falling leaf will cometh.
The golden tint of late summer's warmth,
bears a knowing nod to nature.
Soon it will gather a quilt of leaves,
and hues of rasp and rapture.
A gentle reprise of sunlight,
whilst seasons merge and peter.
The subtle notes of woody scent,
of which can be none sweeter.
Such splendour, reminiscent...
crowning glory of red and gold jewel;
of amber, garnet, russet, gilt -
through autumn's vestibule.
Wily and demurely hidden,
the winter ides sequester...
beneath the fallen gifts of tree -
that which they surrender.
Where chestnuts tease with spiky prickle,
the twitching four pawed folk
sense upon their whisker -
nature's rustic cloak.
Shades of autumn's palette blend,
mingle and entwine.
Velvet, satin, silk and bark -
fall's fabric swatch, sublime.
Behold the vibrant beauty of autumn,
while whip of winter lay dormant -
the harbinger to hibernate
from breath of winter torment.
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