National Poetry Month: Soul’s Revelry

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Soul’s Revelry


Past the knoll,
music soothes a yearning soul
Bring your mirth, and wine to sup
Raise your cup and fill your bowl

Glimpse the Fae,
come to dance the gloaming grey
Join the step, be swept along
Heed the song, do come and play

Dawn will toll,
remember not, time they stole
Their secrets kept, that’s the rule
The price you’ll give, past the knoll




© A. F. Stewart 2017 All Rights Reserved




National Poetry Month: What It Takes

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What It Takes


Will the day break cold?
Shattering all regretful aches?
Will the world turn old?

Will I remain steadfast bold?
Do whatever consequence takes?
Will the day break cold?

Will I dance in sunshine gold?
Or drown in all the bitter stakes?
Will the world turn old?

What am I fated to behold?
Empty hands or little cakes?
Will the day break cold?

Do I play the cards I hold?
Forever counting my mistakes?
Will the world turn old?

And here I stand, frayed, uncontrolled
while sanity dies and reason quakes
Will the day break cold?
Will the world turn old?




© A. F. Stewart 2017 All Rights Reserved