Town and Country Blues

[Erthona]

You shipped me out, beneath this foreign sky;
with bleeding eyes I look through fret and try
and try to see what you see here.
The sodden ground that yields like gangrened flesh
-- it stinks of ungulates and all they drop--
sticks glutinously to my every stride
so that my very walk becomes a strain.
Down comes more rain.

There are no lights once diamond days have died;
the beast of black depression says you lied,
then sits like stone upon my heart.
You promised me the scents and sounds of bliss,
where we would roll and wrap ourselves in lust
and suck the soft green grass on which we’d lain.
Down comes more rain.

I want the noise, the blaze and blare of life,
to bump and bruise within the common strife;
but what is silence if not death?
Speak loud and scream if that is what you feel.
Hit hard and low and blame me for it all;
the truth of what we have is loving pain.
Down comes more rain.

tectak
2016  

Note. An exercise in writing fom a diametrically opposite viewpoint to the one I hold...that's all.

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I do not take you for an honest Puck
as when you say on " soft green grass" we suck,
and someone else's voice that you appoint,
by saying it is not from your viewpoint,
and yet today I shall not pin you down,
as rain like tears still soaks this soggy ground,
the truth from me, fear not will not be found.
No critique have I.

dale

PS Ella has chastised me for not leaving a full critique in "serious", so

"If you pardon, I will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If I have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the ella's tongue,
I will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your limbs, if we be friends,
And dale with later crit shall make amends."

Shakespeare MSND