John Carter Brown

An Alliterative Lament - Poem by John Carter Brown

One March Monday morning
A dark dismal day,
The snow slowly sleeting,
We wending our way.

Just two tired tradesmen
In life's lonely lanes,
Both thoughtlessly thinking
Of bed in our brains.

Temptation entreating us,
'Wait a wee while...
Why have you to hurry? '
It says with a smile.

But we will not wait
Or sit silently still
'Til the day's deeds are done,
We must make to the mill;

There to firstly fulfil
Our unchanging chores,
And to feel like two felons
Behind dungeon-like doors.

We will work at our weaving
For pennies, not pounds;
A lugubrious life,
Then a grave in the ground.

Written March 1995

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Just an exercise in alliteration really. A bit dark I know, but sometimes that's how things go.

Comments about An Alliterative Lament by John Carter Brown

  • Wes Vogler (5/1/2017 10:06:00 AM)

    exercise in alliteration.. oh oh.. I have a new task.. thank you for my direction for short while (Report) Reply

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  • (1/8/2013 4:48:00 PM)

    Enjoyed reading your poem John. (Report) Reply

  • (10/7/2012 1:51:00 PM)

    I must say I really enjoyed reading this one! (Report) Reply

  • Stevie Taite (9/6/2012 5:01:00 PM)

    Like this lamenting
    Sadness it spells
    Clever construction of
    Toils that it tells: -)
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