Of A Literary Bent

This blog is a time capsule for my poetry. I am a singer-songwriter by trade, but poetry has been my hobby since I was a teenager studying English lit in my homeschool curriculum. Abeka gave me a swath of poetry from which guided my ear for rhythm and verse and the interplay of syllables within lines, as well as the NKJ version of the Bible. A poetry course at Berklee in Boston urged me out of traditional forms and I am guided by a need to rhyme and the story itself as to what I write.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

I Am A Brave Heart (Villanelle)

I Am A Brave Heart

I am a brave heart and I have no fear

Truly I stand in the midst of danger without a flinch

I shiver as I grip my spear

People die all throughout the year

And if my moment is coming, why should I shrink away?

I am a brave heart and I have no fear

My friend was thrust though by a steer

He lost such blood he would not part his eyelids again

I shiver as I grip my spear

I will turn eighteen next year

Some say I am a firebrand and I’ll not disagree

I am a brave heart and I have no fear

Men wielding knives at the front, and bowers at the rear

Surely, now I am older, I am ready for my first fight?

I shiver as I grip my spear

The war hour is close and the enemy is near

I can’t brave this one I can’t flee from here

I shiver as I grip my spear

I am a brave heart and I have no fear

2 comments:

EldaFebruary 26, 2015 at 11:14 PM
Absolutely beautiful!

For some reason, the last few days I have noticed and read many articles on 'fear'. Must be something I need to address? Something for me to think about...

I really enjoy your poems!!
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Debbie GoodeFebruary 27, 2015 at 6:12 AM
A though provoking poem.....'I am brave and yet I shiver'......speaks to me of the 'brave' front we sometimes put forward in those times, when on the inside, we are so frightened of what we think is to come....
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