General Poetry posted March 21, 2015

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Blank verse - unrhymed iambic pentameter - competition

The Dream

by tfawcus

Blank Verse Contest Contest Winner 
So soft the dream in its becoming sigh,
a breath so slight its life was hard to see,
its darkness such as only night could form,
awaiting such new hope as day might bring.
The dream was small, its whisper just begun,
as when, cocooned in larval state, a moth
will struggle from the confines of its cell,
and spread its velvet wings to catch the glow
of moonlight spilt from ragged, winter veils.
Upon this journey, too, the dream would drift,
its wings unfurl, and waft into the air,
in search of truth, elusive as a ghost.

When high above a town, the moth soon met
his nemesis, a burning candlestick
that beckoned from an artist's attic space,
attracting him. Its snake-like flicker fell
upon an open casement's glinting glass
and mesmerized his mind, so in he flew
around the flame, that tempting promised land
that many seek when spilling stylus words,
intent upon impressing wax-filled ears.
In seeking truth, he came too close and died.

The artist paused to dip his brush in oil
while musing on the miracle of flight
and how to catch its essence in a line,
a vibrant shape, a blur of beating blades.
He turned to see the moth in melted wax,
like Icarus who ventured near the sun
and perished in the heat of his desire,
and yet, surviving death, a peacock's eye
regarded him from its dismembered wing,
a glint of hope that struggled to survive.
Inspired, he caught its spirit in the 'plane
that soared across the canvas of his work
for all the world to see in time, on show.

It chanced a boy walked by and paused awhile,
enraptured when he saw the artist's flight.
This was his dream; he clutched it near his heart
and took it home. In fear lest it escape,
he tied his captive down with loving care,
entailed upon a kite he sometimes launched,
but dreams are light and apt to drift away
with paper shapes that float against the wind,
unless they're firmly held. He tethered it
with silken thread to let it play, constrained
within the limits of his childish whim.
He fed it out, but only cautiously
before he reeled it in again, once more
to languish in his bedroom box of toys.
The dream lay still and waited for the hour
when it would freely fly. What joy it was
when, one fine day at last it soared
and chased a wayward wind. The boy ran too.
He strained against the string, and almost left
the ground that tethered him. With sudden sweeps
and dives, at length the fragile kite broke loose
and snapped the thread that bound it to the child.
It whirled and spun and tore itself to shreds,
as people do when zeal outruns intent.

The boy, bereft, began to climb the branch
to rescue remnants of his broken kite.
Just then a passing jay of vivid blue,
attracted by the ribboned tail that swung,
as does the fisher's fly on swirling pool,
alighted, snatched the prize with gleeful cry
and flew to line his nest with bunting, gay
as any found at fairs throughout the land,
then perched, to dream the flight of fledglings three.
The boy, amazed by beauty of the bird,
forgot his loss and dreamt he too might soar
in search of skies beyond the height of clouds,
for dreams don't die, although at times they pause
to seek expression through another mind.

Blank Verse Contest
Contest Winner


Icarus was the son of Daedalus who dared to fly too near the sun on wings of feathers and wax. Daedalus had been imprisoned by King Minos of Crete within the walls of his own invention, the Labyrinth. But the great craftsman's genius would not suffer captivity. He made two pairs of wings by adhering feathers to a wooden frame with wax. Giving one pair to his son, he cautioned him that flying too near the sun would cause the wax to melt. But Icarus became ecstatic with the ability to fly and forgot his father's warning. The feathers came loose and Icarus plunged to his death in the sea. (Wikipedia)

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