It’s day 12 of Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats where you are asked to be inspired and pen a poem based on a WB Yeats quote. Today’s quote from the poetry of W.B. Yeats is taken from ‘The Rose of the World’. ‘He made the world to be a grassy road before her wandering feet.’
Jane’s blog so you can follow read or join in is: https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/2017/11/12/29181/
My poem today is called TOPPLING HIS TOWER
What can I lay by the feet of such beauty?
What can I offer my love on this land?
A garden of roses, omitting the thorns
with this golden ring I hold in my hand.
But a garden of roses, omitting the thorns
is barely enough to garland your grace,
so I’ll pave you a path in the finest fabric,
a velvet so sweet to mirror your face.
So I’ll pave you a path in the finest fabric,
a cloth of brocade to comfort your cares,
a daylight distraction to hold your attention
from rebels and riots that are not our affairs.
A daylight distraction to hold your attention
to paintings and poems that hang by our side
in a tower I’ll build you to keep out the cries
of a world lost to power and drunk on its pride.
In a tower I’ll build you to keep out the cries
and a lark then from the meadow I’ll borrow
so she’ll sing of the stars and the moon that is ours
as we’ll lay in arms and let love sooth the sorrow.
But restless was her soul on the call from outside,
her beauty diminished by the sounds of their cries
and one day he lost her where his paved path divided
and he cut down her roses with tears in his eyes.
I gave her the finest, the fairest and fancy,
I gave her the beating heart of this man,
but she was bound to the call of the lost and the lonely
which now I have become and therein I see her plan.
All word and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
7 thoughts on “TOPPLING HIS TOWER, day 12 of A Month with Yeats”
Gratitude. If only she’d shown a bit of gratitude. Great poem, Damien, getting right to the heart of so many problems. Not everything is up for grabs.
Indeed, not everything can be won with a price! Thanks Jane!!
Romantic, poignant and forlorn.
This is like an old ballad. They cut to the essence. (K)