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Hi! I'm Edgar. I Write Plays, Poetry, and Prose.
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Upon Anaktoria Leaving Thundering upon a golden shore, heart resonance, and now my love vanishing, Saltwater splashing upon my cheeks, tiny gliding droplets of seething pain, Winter frost vainly attempting to sting my flesh, ivory skinned goddess, numbing, Grey skies, rolling in Jovian anger, and the pitter patter music of falling rain. Striding forward, small steps, still unsteady, while the tide hisses over my bare feet, Poseidon, honoring my sorrow, thrusting echoing waves into the tumult of heaven, Now, before a sea of resonant Olympian rage, my swerving strides, reversing, retreat, My tunic, soaked with tears, clinging to lithe limbs, climbing crags, I ascend as a raven. My slender fingers desperately reaching for the silver stringed instrument, lying coldly, Awaiting the warmth of my touch, for songs we once sang together, and still no music, My hands trembling, I desire to confront hammering elements of sky and sea, boldly, Yet, I yield, soft as melting snowflakes, that begin to descend, and I gather no muses, My choir empty, without you, bronze skinned Anaktoria, no moon lit Hecate magic, No hand to hold, upon this cliff at sunrise, overlooking the ocean, calmly,…tragic. Edgar Hahn written January 25, 2019 Note: An Elegy, Sonnet Poetic Form Copyright 2019 |