TRIP TO ELTHAM PALACE POEM 4

The glamour of amorous intent is clear. The promise of something more is often there and so we glut on the admiration but also the fantasy. There was a small set of furniture in a room with the accoutrements of 30s glamour - this poem is inspired by this.

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“There is no exquisite beauty … without some strangeness in the proportion.” Edgar Allan Poe

Within the Frame

Selling a lifestyle so glamorous is not hard,

A hard sell and a cheque is all you need,

But does the interest gather as the year passes,

Or dwindle like a candle flame

When regularly lit?

What bargain are we making?

Do our lives intertwine or am I ripe for the taking?

There is a false solidity to possessions,

Far harder to possess than their solid form would suggest,

Would you take it back, having given it?

The smile is safe and sure as the frame suited it

And captured it,

The flower will not fade as it is crystal clear

Inked to the page,

There is nothing to doubt within the frame,

But is your love as dear and firm as the ink

‘L’amour’?

It is not falsehood and flattery that I sell,

But in the idealised form more is promised

Than in life,

Are you true to life or to the ardent promises of youth,

As I am forever yours if constancy

Is a virtue you possess.

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.” Alfred Tennyson

There is very little in life worth more than love. I suppose that an example might be persistence and commitment, as without these love would be a bud that did not come to fruition, for it is more than an advance. The tangents of life are bound together by love, I feel. It is the relationship with the people that pass through your life that creates links and bonds and friendship that changes your experience. What are we without love? Vessels floating through time and space.