If sense deterred love, then love, once foiled
Returns in a guise, with wits well oiled
To slip unnoticed, sly at best
To fish the maids and hook the gents
Reeling them both in tangled nets.
Stout fathers frown and growl
Anxious mothers pry and prowl
Whilst the daughters laugh and pout
Either one to love or rout.
Sons lose their wits like merry fools
Strung and hung on their ladies' spools
Gallantry to suit demand
Til the prudish rap of maternal fans
Imposes again age-old bans.
Escapades and elation fill
The recounted tales of spring love still
Either triumph, trial, or tempests reel
From every line to every keel
And every sky hosts youthful sails
Who know not what the voyage entails
Stormy short or seasick long
From sylphlike arms to siren song
May each hand and heart fare strong
And to each heart a love belong.
Despite the brackish blue and tainted lore
May maiden ships wreck no more
For nothing ails Jack ashore
Than the floundered heart on the ocean floor.
About the Creator
Mia O
"Here's looking at you, kid."
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 days ago in Fiction
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