Francis Santaquilani


Thinking Of You - Poem by Francis Santaquilani

'Now Grendel came, from his crags of mist *
Across the moor; he was curst of God.
The murderous prowler meant to surprise
in the high-built hall his human prey.'


Thinking of you.

There was no mist,
But layers of joylessness always hung
Like heavy drapes.

No moor to cross,
But a long, bulbless hallway instead
Lined with dark rooms with doors slightly ajar,
And a high ceiling,
Or so it seemed at the time.

You did prowl
And you did surprise
Often.
I was the human prey.
You were not human.

I can't say if you were, 'curst of God'.
It seems that I am.
You were not of God.

*From Beowulf*

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  • (9/6/2007 2:18:00 PM)

    Don't you have something to say about Grendel's mother? Mother-in-law visits are the worst! -chuck (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 4, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 26, 2011


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