Ill-Fated, Part II (For Thomas Hardy)
More inspiration from the pen of the master! Ill-Fated, Part II is the same story told in Ill-Fated, Part I, but from the point of view of the murderous man.
Ill-Fated, Part II (For Thomas Hardy)
By Annmarie Lockhart
There was a time then, before this here now,
That the world was wide open before me,
And you were right there with your arms open to me,
And all was right with my world.
But something shifted, my hope, it drifted,
And I felt I would slip or lose my grip
On the ladder … my dreams … your hand …
And all was not right with my world.
You didn’t know it, for I kept it inside me
As the fear and doubt swirled a stew all about.
My heart turned confused though to you still held true,
But all was not right with my world.
I set out to be all the man that I might,
All the man you would need for winter’s long night.
But each passing day the dream slipped more away,
And all was not right with my world.
So we went out that night with the summer moon bright,
My half-formed idea taking hold, gathering shape:
One kiss to bestow, perfect seal, timeless pairing,
That all might be right with my world.
By the hanging tree dark in the moonlight stark,
As sadness seeped in, and death crept in,
And my hands brought my triumph to bear,
I thought all could be right with my world.
I talked to you then til my trembling subsided,
And swore to you, love, my devotion eternal,
And promised you, love, I’d nightly beside you,
Til all would be right with my world.
Now midnights we meet, and spend hours so sweet
Enshrouded in our hanging tree.
Tonight rope I will bring and to you I will swing,
And then all will be right with my world.
Ill-Fated, Part II (For Thomas Hardy)
By Annmarie Lockhart
There was a time then, before this here now,
That the world was wide open before me,
And you were right there with your arms open to me,
And all was right with my world.
But something shifted, my hope, it drifted,
And I felt I would slip or lose my grip
On the ladder … my dreams … your hand …
And all was not right with my world.
You didn’t know it, for I kept it inside me
As the fear and doubt swirled a stew all about.
My heart turned confused though to you still held true,
But all was not right with my world.
I set out to be all the man that I might,
All the man you would need for winter’s long night.
But each passing day the dream slipped more away,
And all was not right with my world.
So we went out that night with the summer moon bright,
My half-formed idea taking hold, gathering shape:
One kiss to bestow, perfect seal, timeless pairing,
That all might be right with my world.
By the hanging tree dark in the moonlight stark,
As sadness seeped in, and death crept in,
And my hands brought my triumph to bear,
I thought all could be right with my world.
I talked to you then til my trembling subsided,
And swore to you, love, my devotion eternal,
And promised you, love, I’d nightly beside you,
Til all would be right with my world.
Now midnights we meet, and spend hours so sweet
Enshrouded in our hanging tree.
Tonight rope I will bring and to you I will swing,
And then all will be right with my world.
Posted by Annmarie at 6/4/2009 10:09 PM 
Categories: today's words, vox poetica originals
Tags: Thomas Hardy Annmarie Lockhart
Categories: today's words, vox poetica originals
Tags: Thomas Hardy Annmarie Lockhart
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