A Knightcap Poem by Naveed Khalid

No mortal look have I of that fair youth
in whose age-old love,
heavy piled books beside the oak,
weighed down by my bagpies
under the hedgerow of a cottage-tree,
mere wild wagoner's wheel in rust!
of fealty's Apollo at my door
this world of hideous looks in rosemary garden:
half-way between the carpet upon her stumbled feet,
above the mundane thy iron car at matilda's farm;
that man-in-the-moon to my shipwrecked dreams,
of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown, our queen,
oft pays homage to the setting sun in the late evening,
away from high heavens in my bed of crimson joy,
e'ery flower upon a barren heath at midnight lease,
be my only woe thy gracious muse to hide from eternals,
of darkened earth's infernal grave in the cellar-barn
against thy most high deserts, our little john,
of fickle foe's fiddle upon the sand dunes
hath hard times catching up with those flies
you'd them beaker fullin nurslings of immortality,
marsh mellows, amber woods on fire my sweet-scented letters.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Wednesday, March 09,2016 7: 39: 32 PM
Wednesday, March 09,2016 7: 40: 22 PM

* Title revised: From A Nightcap To A Knightcap