we were in love with the chivalry of God
the unknown troubadours sang
to you or I
in a world apart
where we went searching for the extravagant names
of things as though they were diamonds.
oh weep for the unrecorded tournaments;
the unwitnessed walking of the planks
set in motion
by the pirates of their time.
I do. I do. as though it were a wedding vow
and know the history
of real poetry
leaving its scars behind,
can only be this.
mary angela douglas 23 july 2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is profound, and worth reading, enjoyable too. Read mine - The Bloom Of Youth - Adeline