Samuel Rye – 1 poem

In Two Minds, Faced With One Outcome

 

Darling, usurper of my council,

Wayward is the incline you wander,

You’re bound to stumble on the arsenal

I stocked when your figure was spotted yonder

 

Over by the gatepost, with a leg up,

And your hand-me-down flounce hem dress

That stirs men’s diffidence, but leaves corrupt

The want that burrows through his breast.

 

With your lips that siphon the lifeblood

From their willing hearts wherein

A gathering of staunch beings worship,

Blind with selfsame zeal of the Seraphim.

 

Still I beg the question must be asked –

To ignore the mind’s overturning rule?

See, I’m starting to think this be mine to fulfil;

Through farces I do play the fool.

 

 

Samuel Rye is a 22-year old poet/writer from the North East of England, now residing and studying in the North West.