Pandora`s Box
My hands are clammy
Cold my heart
My mouth is dry
My every part
Is trembling, shaking,
Drenched with fear
I would be anywhere
But here.
I close my eyes
And fathoms deep
I glide through corals,
Mermaids weep
On mountain top
Where eagles fly
I see death`s face
In golden eye.
In ferny forest
Filtered light
No tiger tiger
Burning bright.
On ice flow cold
No polar bear
Nor arctic fox
Nor snowy hare.
Within my hands
I hold the key
The future
All that is to be
I slowly open
Up my eyes
The world in waiting
Gently sighs..
Yvonne Brunton
Fri 4th May 2012 18:33
you have a great way with words for even when you reverse a natural word order, because of the balanced rhythm of the piece, the flow and meaning are impaired not a whit.
A delightful take on the insouciance of the Gods and man's wilfulness.XX