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Love Lost in Never Never Land
by Clara Mae GregoryA sullen sun pinnacled the morning,
Shiny as the new fallen dew that dried
From a mere sliver of light reflecting
On the knife Wounded Wings held tight.
She listened to a feint clock’s tick talk
That told Tink the secrets of a tightrope walk.
She lost Pan's love somewhere in Never Land,
The Lost boys’ mirage of arcadian Paradise.
With a vacuous heart forlorn in the twilight,
Her hand draws the blade that ends all charades.
Fruit bleeds out its succulent innocence
As the evening dew waters the living
And a dimming sun mourns the skies,
Casting no more shadows until next daylight. 04/21/2011 Author's Note: I guess it can be called a sonnet of sorts...at least it has 14 lines
Posted on 04/21/2011
Copyright © 2026 Clara Mae Gregory
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sam Richmond on 04/21/11 at 11:27 PM Dear Clara;
Like the on again off again faltering of the mind in despair, in reading I was drawn toward hope, dashed by futility and drawn again. You have a masterful command of the psyche crying out.
Sam |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/22/11 at 01:47 AM ...cMg, this is so full of richness, each word carries into the next, a wave of images soo, sooo visceral, touchable nearly. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/19/12 at 12:57 PM sonnet or not, this is a splendid ode, Melanie. And who would not be held in thrall of the line, her hand draws the blade that ends all charades? |
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