Another poem based on the form of Thomas Hardy’s weathers (don’t worry, I’m not feeling this, I’m perfectly alright!) Loves This is the feeling romantics adore, And so do I; When Angels nibble and tickle the core And hearts fly high; And thoughts of all else just flutter away, And the lights of the night brightly sparkle and play, And the fool takes a ride on a runaway sleigh, And insatiably craves the sensation all day, And so do I. This is the feeling discardeds detest, And so do I; When Demons take wing and claw at the chest, And hearts scream “Why?”; And light has no colour and all is bland, And the pain of their name sears your brain like a brand, And all that’s unsaid is just And And And, And the miserable die in a desolate land, And so do I.
This is the Key of Heaven This is the Key of the Kingdom This is the Key of Heaven: This is the Key of the Kingdom: In my Heaven there’s a dormitory; In that Kingdom is a city; In that dormitory there’s a gown; In that city is a town; Below that gown there is a bed; On that bed there spreads a sheet; In that town there is a street; On that sheet there spills a stain; In that street there winds a lane; On that stain there sits a card; In that lane there is a yard; On that card there is a mouse; In that yard there is a house; By that mouse there is a broom; In that house there waits a room; That brooms background’s coloured red; In that room an empty bed; And that red is the colour of passion – And on that bed a basket – Passion for a night of pleasure: A basket of sweet flowers: Of Pleasure, of pleasure; Of flowers, of flowers; Passionate, sweet pleasure. A basket of sweet flowers. Pleasure in passion; Flowers in a Basket; Passion that is red; Basket on the bed; Red swept by the broom; Bed in the chamber; Broom held by the mouse; Chamber in the house; Mouse on the merry card; House in the weedy yard; Card on the grimy stain; Yard in the winding lane; Stain on the soiled sheet; Lane in the broad street; Sheet on the knackered cot; Cot bearing the strewn robe; Street in the high town; Robe in the room; Town in the city; Room in Heaven – City in the Kingdom – This is the Key of Heaven. This is the Key of the Kingdom. Of Heaven this is the Key Of the Kingdom this is the Key.
by Al Cowie by Anon