HARRY DEPARTS THIS WORLD
©3-6-2022, Olan L. Smith
HARRY:
I burst with grief, a mope upon your face I see
Your guise, and you my corpse before your feet.
Within my hands the book thou hast freshly leafed,
And you, most shocked, a smile upon your face.
A DISIMBODIED VOICE:
This Harry loves you not, least you he'd wed
A million times by now, and what man stays
Just friends when he could have your troth so pledged
A thousand times until you both should die,
And now on dirt his corpse is but a husk.
SALLY:
You're last, for I have lived a thousand times
And each with Harry near, and henceforth doth
I say that he is mine, my heart is his
No soul will say to me I must have more!
As he is friend and promised. Hear my word,
No devil comes between us, now or ever.
A.N. Blank verse consists of iambic pentameter lines consisting of five iambic foot meters per-line (da-DAH) that is often usually used for dialogue, and doesn't use rhyme, therefore blank.
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
