Though she
Be hot
He knows her not.
Though the maid
She stayed
And she
Be hot
He knows her not.
Though they did converse
Tis perverse
That she
Be hot
Yet he knows her not.
Though she
Be hot
She knows him not.
A good selection of poems about darkness on the site Interesting Literature, including Thomas Hardy’s “The Darkling Thrush”, which is one of my favourite poems. To read “10 of the best poems about darkness” please visit, https://interestingliterature.com/2018/02/14/10-of-the-best-poems-about-darkness/.
I have myself written several poems about darkness, including “Midnight” which is reproduced below:
“Midnight, black as pitch.
No scheming demon, ghost, nor witch.
Only the darkness, which in the human heart resides,
Manifests itself in cruelty and pride”.
(Taken from “Dalliance; a collection of poetry and prose”, by K Morris, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00QQVJC7E).
Oft of a summer’s day
Have I turned away
To write.
I shall go out tomorrow
And forget my words
In the singing of birds.
But when night
Falls, I shall return what I borrow
From my ever present friend
Old Father Time
And my brief rhyme
Shall reach it’s end.
There was an elderly man named Spink
Who drove his poor wife to drink.
He returned home very late
With his young mistress Kate
In a taxi the colour of pink!
We all
Fall
From time to time
And a few
(Not me and you!)
Hide our crime
From view
In rhyme.
She was Japanese
And while not a tease
Her performance was satisfactory.
The light was dim, and he
Did not understand
She
– Broken
– Spoken,
Far from her native land
Below is a Youtube clip of me reading my poem “Dark Angel””:
Ah the joy of Valentine!
The loving words said
And the quaffing of wine,
Then waking up in bed
Beside your love divine.
Gazing on her
(She’s so young and fair)
You think “upon my life
She is not my wife!”.
I can not capture this sense of dissociation
Reflected in campfires
Of shop windows that blaze.
Walking home
I remember Rome
And see wolves waiting
For the camp’s lights to go out
A pretty young lady named Ria
Said “all men’s delights are here”.
I looked really hard
And there in her yard
I discovered a barrel of beer!
K Morris - Poet 