Twenty Widows

He’s got twenty widows in his wake,
schemes for every day,
a calling card for every stay,
each night a new romantic.

Several times a week he breathes
stacks up Dear John letters in a pile
flicks his Bic and memories ignite
Onto the next lonely lady tonight.

He’s a hustler, a bustler,
he’ll take any fight,
he’s a stock yard rustler,
he’ll make her feel right,
for at least a night.

This seems a bit like a country song to me. Although I find interaction on wordpress very difficult, it’d be interesting to see what sort of verses others might come up with.


Blow, Northern Wind!

Disclaimer: This is an inexpert articulation of a song originally written in Middle English. Using footnotes in the text, it has been somewhat faithfully reconstructed into a more modern form. The original (along with the footnotes which were used to reconstruct a ‘modern’ version of the song) can be found here.  My apologies to those that are experts in Middle English and who may cringe while reading my version.

I know a maiden in bower bright,strangeflag north wind
That is very pleasing to my sight,
Worshipful maiden, maiden of might,
Fair and free to deal with;
In all this worthy multitude
A maiden of spirit and pulchritude
Never yet have I known another
Lovelier on earth.

Blow northern wind!
Send me my sweetheart,
Blow northern wind!
Blow, blow blow!

With hair so lovely, long it lingers,
I long to frame her face with fingers,
Joyfully, our eyes would mingle,
That maiden so glorious in her bower.
Her lovely eyes so clear and pure,
Brown and blissful, so demure,
He that rested on the cross,
Knew no greater honor.

She is a crown of godliness,
She is a ruby of righteousness
She is a crystal of cleanliness,
And a banner of beauty.
She is a periwinkle generous,
She is a sunflower’s sweetness,
And a lady most loyal.

For her love I worry and care,
For her love sadness and dismay I bear,
For her love my bliss I’d share
And all I could ever have.
Without her love, I cannot sleep,
Without her love, all night I weep,
Without her love, morning and noon,
I long for no one else.

Nine Voices

theseusIn ancient Greece, nine poets were esteemed as the greatest above all other lyrical poets.  These were (in no particular order): Bacchylides, Alcman, Sappho, Alcalus, Anacreon, Stesichorus, Ibycus, Simonides, and Pindar.  The following poem takes a line from a poem authored by one of these, cycling through the list for three stanzas.  If you’re more of an expert than I am, try to spot the tell-tale signs of which poet is being quoted.  For the curious and bored, the poem’s lines have been numbered, with references to which poet contributed which line given after the poem itself.

Stanza I

1 There is such a thing as the vengeance of the gods,
2 Some an army of horsemen, some an army on foot
3 Over the wide earth, over all the earth
4 If thou dost the number know
5 Where monster Geryon first beheld the light,
6 Growing under the shadowy branches,
7 O stranger, send the news home to the people of Sparta
8 Grown fat on the harsh words of hate
9 that generous host, victory with its fresh applause.

Stanza II

10 Theseus had seen, beneath his frowning brow
11 A gleam of splendor given to heaven
12 That here we are laid to rest
13 Streams there were the maidens
14 Born near the unfathomed silver springs that gleam
15 Drink we then, and drain all sorrows;
16 Come hither, ye mighty sons of Zeus
17 On the throne of many hues, Immortal Aphrodite
18 blooms like untarnished gold.

Stanza III

19 No countryman was he, not clumsy, not one of the uncultured
20 and in my wild heart did I most wish
21 to help them forget their troubles. Mix one part of wine and two parts of water
22 And thy verdant cup does fill;
23 Famed Erytheia rises to the sight;
24 but like the Thracian north wind
25 Send the news home
26 Creatures for a day! What is a man!
27 All dancing in a maze.

Alcman – Lines 1, 18, 19
Sappho – Lines 2, 17, 20
Alcaeus – Lines 3, 16, 21
Anacreon – Lines 4, 15, 22
Stesichorus – Lines 5, 14, 23
Ibycus – Lines 6, 13, 24
Simonides – Lines 7, 12, 25
Pindar – Lines 8, 11, 26
Bacchylides – Lines 9, 10, 27