|Do you ever find a poem in an off-hand phrase?
||[Aug. 31st, 2015|11:30 pm]
Bad Poets' Society
I said something the other day, then stopped, tasting it.|
"There's a poem in there," I said. My friend heard me, and challenged me.
Here's the poem:
My lover has forgotten that we are legends
The world has kept us apart for too long
His time in the desert has confused him
He can no longer remember with certainty
Whether water is real or a cruel mirage
I offer him cool water, and he eyes it first
Then drinks deeply, surprised.
I hold my tears, but remember how many times
He has poured water joyfully, tending those who thirst.
My lover does not believe he is a marvel.
The world kept him in the dark for so long
His time in the oubliette transformed him;
Too many years of having his armor stripped away,
His monsters caged, his fire dampened.
I lay my arm across his still-broad shoulders
Sharing my strength, leaving a cape behind.
And when he stands just a little straighter
I can again see the hero who rescues dragons.
I ask, my voice breaking,
"have you forgotten that we are heroes?"
He answers, his mouth twisting,
"I could never forget that you are legendary."