Bring Him a String – A mirror sestet #poetry

Bring him a course of sorrow to string,

string him a knot of hate, he will bring,

new beads of hope to lighten the slack,

slack over waters that sing of anew.

Sword to detach his barren cord;

Cord to make flow, his dutiful sword


Line himself upon a seagull to dine,

dine he will drink and lure to his line.

Delight he will strive for and tackle ‘till night;

night will bring sweets, a spoonful of delight.

Steer and bid adieu, for west-morrow is near,

Near to err forward, his wheel must go steer.


And Something Extra:


Lionfish sketch in pencil