**Written for the FanFic100 challenge**
The first poem I've published for you all to read (just like I promised, Marian!), but not the first DC one I've written (that one's coming soon!). A little angsty, but I hope you like it - I based it on T.S. Eliot's stream of consciousness style. ConCrit is very much appreciated!
Of a Lady.
Prompt #003. Ends.
Let us look at ships that sail to sea
We will not talk about you, nor your link to me
Flee to the green shores of Italy
From the time you said you loved me
Oh
You said you couldn't ever let me go
Told me I was so unlike the others
Told me I had so far to go
That we could sail so far that night -
I remember stubs of pipes and ends of ropes
Tossing seas and burning storms
And broad blue jewels that scrape an ashen sky
Just kept listening to those silky words you'd say
And held you in my arms as you drowned me in my own mistakes -
I remember silver coins pressed hastily in hands at night
The slow half-look of shame and dawn of solemn fright
Formed in the damp flicker of the fire's light
I shall make you listen as they say
Now here's another gaudy Lady
Who wishes she had just kept on watching the ships off the shore -
And would it have been worth the broken house
The withered door that shudders on its hinge
The sodden ashes in the unlit grate
The fisher's boat that's tossed on storming seas
The empty arms, that ill-formed blank embrace
to leave the other place
And tread the streets I find so very long
Winding in and out of pools of hollow stars
And search for snatches of unremembered songs
And find that all the lights are dark
And wonder why I must walk so very far -
I'm still looking for a certain face
Which I have seen before some other place
In some long distant memory left behind -
And roads unwind
And can a necklace truly buy a soul?
The seas sing still, and blanket shores of Italy
But I cannot hear them any more
They do not sing to me.