As he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat I clattered into the darkness, draped on my back was his cloak He was a just and fair master, he loved me like one of his men No man was more dashing than he No lover was more loyal than he Dearly he had loved pretty Bess, though at his feet swooned a gaggle of comely women.
Poor Bess could not overcome her grief, swung from a rope did she I roam rudderless and forlorn, though amongst my brethren I be ‘Tis peaceful and quiet here in the meadows But there ne’er will be a man like the highwayman A daring and swashbuckling highwayman Thinking of his daredevil ways, my poor heart often overflows.
Anyone who has read The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes, would know that my first line is borrowed from the poem. I know nothing about horses. The little I know, is from this poem, which is my favourite and from the novels of Dick Francis, I read as a young girl. I have written about it here.
Nestled amongst the twigs of sleep every night amidst stockpiled straws of stolen sunshine adorned with knick-knacks of living my dreams lie cushioned comfortably ensconced within them is my fledgling poetry
Flapping tenuous wings of a new sprung idea my verse hesitantly will start its lone flight never ambitious enough of owning the lofty sky striving to float free of encumbrances then happy to home in to hospitable hearts.
At night the psychotic wind went berserk the evasive brown grass waved crabbily bits of paper twisted and turned curvy like energetic juveniles the urban jumble whispered grumpily till dawn
in the morning bathed in the alluring golden glow the sentinel trees stand quietly watchful monsoon’s remnant lies undisturbed but these dregs do tell a bitter story of displaced and moody seasons waylaid by human greed chagrined seasons restlessly look for home having lost their compass they have turned bitter with malice
no cooing flocks of doves to offset the terrifying truth the deserted path tells a tale that has no listeners.
Written for dVerse poetics. Also inspired by Sadje’s wdys and Jane’s random word generator. Today’s host at dVerse, Lillian, says: Write a poem on any topic in any poetic form, that includes at least one of the flavors of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream in the list. You can check the list here.