Dark Lady

Member since 2002 · Posted 22 Aug 2002 · 4 comments

Gentle one; caress my lips; Not wine is yours, but yet so sweet, And though I, of heavy heart, may weep, Your darkness lifts me high, To temporal paradises that last eternal. Forgotten minutes, forgotten hours; Your hand sweeps across my brow, And with numbness and poor dexterity, I fall, with submission, into slumber. Gentle one; so still, so cool; Refresh my life with vigour and love. Cast out my doubts of heaven, And leave me happy to play In meadows of green, with red and yellows; So bright, so hard, so smooth. Without you, sweet love, where would I be? Without you, dark lady, I could be me. (Ode to Newcastle Brown Ale)

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4 comments

[6] nentwined 22-Aug-02/1:58 PM Reply

choppy scansion. though I appreciate that it's to a beer. :) [temporal paradises that last eternal] is especially awkward.

[4] god'swife 22-Aug-02/2:50 PM Reply

Your hyper-poeticising is ok here because it's to an inanimate object, which makes it humouress.

[9] Venus 22-Aug-02/3:55 PM Reply

I'm still laughing, I absolutely love this! At first I thought it was about sleep (yawn), but no, that's fantastic. While my preferred sleepmate is the red, red, wine, I still say 9/10 for the loving, and might I say, bittersweet ode.

[9] Christof 23-Aug-02/2:41 AM Reply

An Ode to Newky Brown has got to enter the pantheon of poesy. This is Keats on his third bottle, and he's loving it.