The Phoenix

• Artist: Wicker Chair
• Description: This is one of a series I had to write for a creative writing class. It's about being empty of words to put on the page and suddenly finding them, still knowing that it's going to end eventually. I titled it so because for a long time before I hadn't written any poetry and when I had to for a grade, I was sort of reborn.
  Disambiguations:
  "Yea" is an archaic word that is pronounced "yay"
  the phrase "dry as my tears" is meant to convey the concept of crying until one can't cry anymore
• Date: 01/01/2009
• Tags: phoenix iambic septameter quatrain

I, the farmer, trudge across this dry and barren land
Survey I the emptiness, some cornseed in my hand
For profit am I forced to sow the seed of heart and soul
But in disuse the land has died, my mind is hard and cold

Allfather Odin sends to me his muse his Valkyrie
And on the ground, Frey's nymphs do bound in mirth and jollity
And 'neath their toes, my soul crop grows, I revel in the green
That leaps from gray like night to day, like winter into spring

Then filled am I with joy awry in life so big and brief
For I have been herein before, have felt such sweet relief
And so this day, as all before, will fade back into black
Yea, even now, the sun starts down to sink beyond the map

I watch, sad and expectant, as my creation is sheared
Gaze in gloomy knowing at the land: dry as my tears
The harvest now is finished, and my profit have I made
Now take I to the skies above to soar on wings aflame

Comments

[Nitoku]

A wonderful piece. It has excellent structure and rythm, you must have quite some experience with iambic.

[02_kittens]

Your a good writer

[XxemotessalovesyouxX]

thats really good hun ^^

[crazydrunkpenguin]

awesome......