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I've always been a passionate person and over the decades have written the occasional poem - usually in honour of my beloved!
But for the third book in the Rosso Trilogy - The Duchess - I've added some poetry to the saga. It's not spoken by Rosso but by a youth who is so full of passion he's almost drowning in life!
Let me know what you think.
This is about one of the many women he thinks he's in love with!
Glassy eyed with breath still stained by last night’s excess,
I stood and sang amongst the cloistered choir
Mouthing hollow words in that hallowed place.
Suspended in the lingering silence
The holy canticle haunted the vaults,
Filling the empty spaces that fled-fear oft leaves behind.
Then she appeared.
Her soundless slippered footfalls
blessed the flagstoned souls beneath her passing feet.
Her gentle knees graced the wooden floor,
Her timid eyes shivered as she mouthed her simple prayers,
Her soft lips forming their words in silent, sensuous mime.
One candle lit face
One tiny light to spear the bleak black landscape of my soul.
Oh blessed morn when my soul was seared by such beauty.
Green shoots of glorious deeds took root in my mind,
And life, in full-blown ecstasy exploded inside me.
It’s over now.
All is desolation.
All is darkness.
Hope has fled.
For she is taken from me and my mouth is full of ash.