Angelique

Thou dawdl’d not bringing me fro Aether to Nether,Still, duringly cling I on to this heather –Dew-scented blossom; thou wast pristine,The sweven of thee ne’er will I cede, my colleen.Drat this creature of memories ill,Foolhardy and fey I may be, yet him I shall quell. ‘Vaunt! – Devil tyne –Wadst thou wane fore’ermae;Daunt – sinsyne […]


Siren

Haste not thine wisdom, for the hollow is ta’en –By whom, know I not; ‘lack! am I of twain –And as a crux – cede I my words –Fro my heart wilt thou ne’erHave I been ‘sooth sinsyne.Be left without – come! Thine voice is oh so sweet, I speer thine pine,Ryking for me: Ryking […]


Aoede

Parch’d of words, parch’d of lauds,Lorn and tyned fro my wame –‘Seech I more perforce indeed:Lap I of thee: Thou art want. With dulcet gust thine floret,Which I yet would not do –Pray I thee for thine avail –Lave me in it; I want more! For my loe, not be adust. Come see as the […]


Bacchante

Ado with a mean woe,An ado as aglow:Belying the paynimThou rewrot’st the tome –An ivy-crown’d and dancing,And fawn’d and trancing –Espying the surly wud,And heeding her not. Celebration Afear’d of Bacchante,And dost thou ‘hold the yill? –Behind is the sleepless;Eyne ‘holding na mo. Celebration «Onto the paper scribe I the words that fro my heart […]


Poppea

Dream of a funeral, blest temptress – behest me! –A funeral thou’lt hark, swarth murderess – the Devil,Thine feral grith with me, Poppea, be Hell’s hap;Waylaid the beldame bawd, the niggard: Laughing tragedy. And the wench doth bawdness to blow,Stay my adamant –Suffer me to transfix thee;And the wench doth bawdness to blow,Let me dawt […]


Lorelei

Ferie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a façade;A serenade siren’d to lure – Zounds! not to court me?A menad, yet the sweetest colleen –Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine. Lorelei,A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death,Yet who the hell was I to dare?Lorelei,Canst thou not see thou to me needful […]


Cassandra

He gave to her, yet tenfold claim’d in return –She hath no life but the one he for her wrought;Proffer’d to her his wauking heart – she turn’d it down,Riposted with a tell-tale lore of lies and scorn. Prophetess or fond?,Tho’ her parle of truth:"I ken to-morrow – refell me if ye can!",Yet the kiss […]