Alone, I sit within in my tower room
weaving life as song across this loom.
At times, delight was had by my charge.
Left since then has the wonderment.
The moon of last did then uncover
a joining of two distant lovers.
Before my eyes they raced to smother
a sight from which I shan't recover.
Now my heart knows like no other
such wreck less resentment.
Solitary within midnight's gloom, I dream
moments I played the part of her. I gleaned
a change from still images without voice,
such joy I am forbidden by this pointless law.
Beholding all as I do in silent reflections,
the mirror guides me to this one direction.
Now here I roam amidst such deep depression;
tired have I become under such oppression,
gravitating towards aggression,
I seethe, evermore.
Inaccessible behind my oaken door,
feet unadorned, I pace upon the cold stone floor.
Unknown to me before, these feelings surge and froth.
Yesterday has wilted away. With that, my smile,
my voice, as singular companion fails to cheer
before it rang across the fields so clear.
Oh! How I struggle to persevere
under the curse to which I must adhere.
Now I yearn for her to grow near,
waiting upon this Castle'd Isle.
Australian born and bred, Ishtar Johnston has been fluttering about the world of poetry and fiction since 1992, only recently coming out of her shell. She is currently putting together a chapbook of Australian grown Faerie Tales, inspired by the recent birth of her daughter. Ishtar's love for the realms of fantasy, ancient cultures, science and inspiring biographies from the likes of Kuki Gallmann and Karen Blixen keep her peddling along.
© Ishtar Johnston
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