08-31-2016, 12:05 AM
Here, upon a stranded altar, where long days of youth are spent
At first, a hair tousle, that proceeds a firm and impish grip
The pious servant demands that the sinner, of ten, repent
Lift up my heavy head, and press the cup to my waiting lip
We were saved by the blood, and kept by water; seal me in this
For heaven's sake, alone, my hushed mouth will take clandestine sip
How could salvation be odious? I'm sickened by its kiss
Still, even in the warmth of bed, or mother's breast, or prayer
I'll keep my covenant, and never claim Father is amiss
I realize this meter and scheme are a bit less common..I'm not sure if I've ever seen them combined. I wanted the poem to sound a bit disjointed. Usually my poems are very melodic/rhythmic. The fractured feeling here was intentional.
At first, a hair tousle, that proceeds a firm and impish grip
The pious servant demands that the sinner, of ten, repent
Lift up my heavy head, and press the cup to my waiting lip
We were saved by the blood, and kept by water; seal me in this
For heaven's sake, alone, my hushed mouth will take clandestine sip
How could salvation be odious? I'm sickened by its kiss
Still, even in the warmth of bed, or mother's breast, or prayer
I'll keep my covenant, and never claim Father is amiss
I realize this meter and scheme are a bit less common..I'm not sure if I've ever seen them combined. I wanted the poem to sound a bit disjointed. Usually my poems are very melodic/rhythmic. The fractured feeling here was intentional.