Lets trade our swords for roses and surrender into each others arms, sending lust-filled battle cries into the night.

A quick poetic thought based around the idea of lovers being on opposing teams. I've been hooked on the BBC series The White Queen recently (more specifically the relationship between Anne Neville and Richard iii). The Tudor period is one that has always fascinated me and the divide between the Lancastrian side and York side is such a strong divide that if two people on opposing sides they would have to put their feelings aside.

Floral Decay

A room full of floral decay
That bittersweet smell of mixed perfumes
Lingers, and the waft of stale summer air
Waltzes down the aisle
That awkward time stuck between
A blistering summers day
And the ice frosted night
A note to congratulate the bride
And the groom
That couple that wont even last the night
Divorces are expensive I think
As the pen hits the paper

As part of a task I was given a random: object, setting and time of day. I got: a wedding in a church, a letter and the afternoon. I really don't know how this managed to take such a depressing (yet comical) turn as I was planning on something rather romantic.

Betrothed To My Burden

If you should find yourself
Unbeknowingly betrothed to my burden
Smite it down
Tear at its dreams, its hopes and its passions.
Do it so, with lack of lust
No compassion nor craving for its eternity
No infinite love, or never ending cycle

Soldiers Of The Sea

Laughter Fragile as a dream
Its temporary song be heard
As passers-by sing with the wind
The sorrow of the bird

Games may trace this summers edge
Be tainted by the fall
While the sea birds sing their waltzing song
And dance upon the wall

For how the sand turns with the tide
Forgotten by the seas
Rolling o're lambent waves
Sorrowful yet at ease

These tides may pull our heart strings tight
And tease at bibelot dreams
But in my soul our dream still sings
For your love gave me wings

Upon the shore his heart did lie
And buried on the land
Still to this day his song sings true
The melody of the sand

Inspired by the song Watercolours by English folk band Salt Water Thief  specifically the chorus "Because i'm made of watercoulors and I will die, it a brush in my hand you in my mind" 
the poem (to me) explores the life of a sailor who leaves his true love on the shore while he goes out to sea, she keeps up her hopes that he will return and they will live their dreams together, but sadly the story takes a turn for the worst and his life is taken by the sea leaving his childhood sweetheart alone. 
I wanted to expore rhyming patturns in this poem and although I didn't stick to a strict pattern, I enjoyed the challenge of the rhyme. 

Work In Progress Poem

Perpetual Tides

Roll over with the stormy seas
And time forgotten sands
Hearts wash up 
And wander through 
With bleeding red passion 
Flickering on and off 
Through the hollow duskhouse
A fragile moment 
Stolen and gone
By a crystal eyed stalker 
Bearing nothing but his heart
And a single dead flower

I was given a task to write a poem including a set of words, I was assigned the words: sea, red, duskhouse, crystal, stalker and flower. A nice set of words actually that made me think about about the way love comes and goes like the tide.However there is always one person who, like the sea, we cannot hold onto, in this case the "stalker" loves a girl so much that he sits day in day out watching lovers come and go with the sea, awaiting the return of his one true love.

I covet

I covet
To pour into your arms
To feel the heat of your breath trembling across my skin
To edure the sound of your voice with its shallow hushed tones
Echoing through my skull

I covet
To entwine my soul within yours
And feel the sharp rise and fall of your chest with mine
To feel our clumsy fingers stumbling over untouched skin
With a perpetual yearning

I covet
To stumble over long goodbyes
And feel your arms release me for the last time
To scream your name and cry your tears
With my recalcitrant heart

I covet 
To never release your hand
To find you when your heart is lost 
And endear your every breath 

I covet

A poem inspired partly by a beautiful song by Christina Perry called The Lonely, and partly by the passionate relationship shared between Cam and Lilith in the Fallen series by Lauren Kate. I also took inspiration from the film The Deep Blue Sea. I wanted to expand on the feeling of longing, to love someone with such strong intensity and to experience the feeling of true love.