Post by Master of Tacos on Jun 23, 2018 12:44:30 GMT -5
After a week of voting, I am pleased to announce the winner of the flowery June 2018 Poet Laureate Contest: Aersoldorf! The thirteen-time Poet Laureate (and only poet commended and commissioned by the Council) returns to the post for a fourteenth go! Here is his entry, Entry 1:
The Flower of My Youth
A forest filled with leafless trees,
Beneath a sky of lead.
Still sentinels surrounding me,
My Muse, my Love, is dead.
Their frozen fingers, rimed with ice,
Claw at, and chill, my soul,
Where once did beat a love-warmed heart,
They probe a gaping hole.
The Flower of my youth is gone,
In Winter's grip I'm held,
The songs of Joy, once everywhere,
Have had their voices quelled.
Ye offspring of the meadows, that
Of sun, and rain, are born,
Art hideous beside my bloom,
So bow your heads and mourn.
You, Gold of Kinabalu, are
Most dear, in price, to own,
And yet, a fortune meet her worth,
No man has ever known
The Udumbara, legend holds,
Three thousand years 'tween blooms,
My Muse, each day, more lovely grows,
A fairer form assumes.
O Middlemist camellia,
Quite rare, but two exist,
Yet common, thou, compared to her,
Unique in Time's deep mist.
Though trapped within an icy hell,
To Hope I firmly cling,
And pray each day that, come what may,
She'll bloom again, come Spring
A forest filled with leafless trees,
Beneath a sky of lead.
Still sentinels surrounding me,
My Muse, my Love, is dead.
Their frozen fingers, rimed with ice,
Claw at, and chill, my soul,
Where once did beat a love-warmed heart,
They probe a gaping hole.
The Flower of my youth is gone,
In Winter's grip I'm held,
The songs of Joy, once everywhere,
Have had their voices quelled.
Ye offspring of the meadows, that
Of sun, and rain, are born,
Art hideous beside my bloom,
So bow your heads and mourn.
You, Gold of Kinabalu, are
Most dear, in price, to own,
And yet, a fortune meet her worth,
No man has ever known
The Udumbara, legend holds,
Three thousand years 'tween blooms,
My Muse, each day, more lovely grows,
A fairer form assumes.
O Middlemist camellia,
Quite rare, but two exist,
Yet common, thou, compared to her,
Unique in Time's deep mist.
Though trapped within an icy hell,
To Hope I firmly cling,
And pray each day that, come what may,
She'll bloom again, come Spring
Congrats Aersoldorf! Thank you as well to @kozmix for the excellent poem in a close second (Entry 2)!
The Poet Laureate contest will be back in October, so keep up the creativity, Islanders!
