Glaze and forte
muse and thundergrail
forged from a steel of green peace; the calm wonder
As we make for the tavern on an inevitable journey; one we have always craved
side by side our bond and loyalty, richly displayed
Eagles on the front walk set to take of by bound destinies
side by side
we’ll slay our dragons
mop our sins with their blood
side by side
we’ll war when we must and win when we can
side by side
we set out to conquer
side by side
we set out to leap
side by side
side by side…
This has an overwhelming sense of togetherness. We, whoever the “we” is in possibly an abstract sense You are never leaving me to do this alone. We are in this together. Whether it is writing, marathoning, a partner or other. I like the slight repetition that keeps you grounded in the poem. Nice work!
Thanks a million for your appreciation. When “me” becomes “we” or “us” nothing truly is impossible. It is “togetherness” inspired indeed 🙏🙂
Love this! At first glance I thought “wow, the ‘side by side’ is a bit often…” but once I read it, it really works. I think my increasing the frequency throughout the poem, you’ve done a great job of creating a rising swell of the importance of that side my side. As the poem goes on, it becomes less about the adventures they are having, and more about the fact that they are doing it together
Wow. your comments are awesomely accurate. Thanks Sarah ✨️✨️
I love the litany “side by side” throughout the poem. You are never alone in this poem, through thick and through thin.
Never alone. Exactly. 💪🏼