Interned And Outward Bound Poem by Darryn John Murphy

Interned and outward bound
Fall to dust on solid ground
Quotations lined to the letter in every way
Quilled with pen, needless to say

Parchments etched in foreign words
That I have longed to read and yet never heard
A tale foretold of love so discreet
And lies were riddled within life’s deceit

Poets talked of faded fables
Stanza’s marked with pronounced words
Two thirds of a verse I’m sure they rehearsed
Submersed in his works, Shakespeare leapt from the page
One of the gems from a golden age

Unraveling history in mysterious ways
How could I lose sight, needless to say
Rhetorically written revolution was rife
I’m sure if I had been there, it would cut like a knife