I’m a little late to enter into the dVerse Poetics night (a whole day late!), but I’m not quite back in the swing of things yet. Our lovely host has invited us to write a poem using the word ‘folly’, in whatever way we prefer. I do enjoy it when words can have different meanings, as there will be even more variety to the entries!
Why not hope over and take a look, read some of the poems and maybe even take part yourself? In the meantime, here’s my entry, I hope you enjoy it!
I was caught at a moment of weakness, sure,
cast adrift on a sea of detritus all of my own making,
so I had thought, so I had told myself, so I had flagellated myself with
the endless, barbed telling,
the recriminations encasing me in a mummy’s shroud of suffocation.
You, oh so clever, ever aware, ever searching for that one, weak point
swooped down, a bird of prey to my mouse-shrunken self
and plucked me away to dizzying, airless heights,
making me yours, entombing me in your inky black soulless centre.
Oh what folly, of mine, of yours, what utter, blind stupidity.
Since when does a creature of the earth ride well with Death?