A Glimpse of Princess' Dying Hour

Kenneth has a taste for abstract/prose poetry as well as the comical side of life. 23-years of writing for a newspaper has served him well.

The Princess Dying Hour

Hands trembling, staring through opaque hands

Reaching often, glaring at light’s dim change.

No more, never more seeking her love

Holding yesterday, no today’s, and no above’s.

She blushes, brushes back an accidental tear kept

Walks easy, winds kiss easily, hands kept hidden.

Walking, stalking master sighs

Queens dreams, writers scheme, I’m a soul bitten.

Your kiss appeared in darkness light

Dancing eternity, glancing days away.

I fell, slaves yell, no evil shadows or right.

Farewell beauty, embrace silently hid in hidden day.

Crown falls, robe calls, no man’s love today

Ravens cry, sorcerer dies, rain kisses her lips.

Walk away, kiss today, your body of shifting clay.

Princess cries, Queen lies, old hearts now skip.

Grave opens, children token, I cry to her silent lies

I can’t care, she’s not there, a mist, a cloud at dark.

Memories few, I gave a few, men sign muted cries.

Princess love, looks from above, just freedom’s lark.

Writer's summary – the time is nigh for him to seek her

love in her dying moment, then changing or does he change?

Kenneth