Dear Readers: Welcome! Here, you have stumbled across a collection of poems I made that form a story documenting Rhett's feelings/actions post-GWTW. I spent a lot of time on these - much longer than I normally take with my usual stuff. For those of you who don't love poetry, some of these kind of read like regular prose (IMHO). This is part one (there are four more poems to come in part two). Please R&R. Don't be afraid to let me know what you think! Love to you all! ~themusicalpoet
I. The True Heart
If, when that door closed, my lady sought death,
I could never know, for too far gone was I
Down the path to my homeland to stand
In watch of that place; for flames! To sit and cry
In the fog. Misty air and and misty eyes cast to the house
Where I held my child - my children - and watched them die,
Myself powerless to change the course of fate;
Against feeling enchantment abate and enduring the sting of a lie.
O, how I choked then on words I had never spoken!
Rendered mute for fear of never hearing the three I most desired:
Words that would fall like light poured out of heaven
From the red lips of my lady; words which her love for me inspired.
I coughed and cried myself hoarse in post-war shadows
Of poor, mystified Atlanta; at the city trying half-heartedly to console
Her dear Rhett, his madness her flag at half mast
For the death of the Old Ways, for which his love took the toll.
Even so, I would tell my cruel vixen that she hath no charms
For this renegade soul; I do not care for her selfish art,
And yet as I turned and to Charleston stole
I felt love yet stirring in my true heart.