TRIP TO WINDSOR CASTLE POEM 35

With a cut to the air, Winter is here and we draw closer to Advent. Perhaps it is the greater time indoors that lends itself to retrospective thought and self-reflection. Looking into yourself and understanding 'you' is part of artistry. So artists attempt to delve into themselves and bring something out that is original to them, as well as to others.

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“I would rather die of passion than of boredom.” Émile Zola

On My Guard

Looking at you askew,

My sidelong glance catches

A glimpse of your eye,

Looking towards me full.

This is an imposition,

Outlandish and indiscreet,

For you are mine,

And that is clear.

The position of your brow

Is high and elevated,

So there is no denial

Of your preference.

I am on my guard,

For as the crow flies,

The daggers of the jealous,

Will erupt to make us twain.

“Let all of life be an unfettered howl.” Vladimir Nabokov