Sestos – A Fragment

Sestos – A Fragment long poem

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As I lay in my sleepy bed
With your poetic words flowing through my head
Wooed by a prince I felt a queen
As I sank into a sea of dreams
And tho’ consummed by a fathomless flood
I awoke upon a bank of love.

I woke up in an antique land
Upon a bed of ochre sand
With you besides me on the beach
And nought but love between us each
And gazing in your hazel eyes
I rediscovered Paradise.

On yon horizion I saw a spark
Of silver in the purpled dark
And then the stars of heaven dimmed
As the all-seeing sun slowly begin’d
To dapple and dazzle the dewy morn
And another golden day was born.

“I must depart” I hear you say,
As on a Sestos beach we lay;
Hand in hand to the water be both made haste
And waded in up to our waists
And when your lips relinquished mine
You dived into the swelling brine.

I stood upon the Sestos shore
And watched you for an hour or more
As Hellespont you swam across
To reach your home in Abydos;
When you stood upon the littoral
A speck you were – and I saw no more.

The dream blurred as mine eyes were weeping
And I felt myself sobbing within my sleeping
For my bonny prince away from me
On that sky-horizon’ed isle o’er the sea.

“Thou!” spake a voice, “Thou with the
natty tresses of dreadlocked hair,
Why dost thou weep? Why dost thou
Sigh and sob upon the shores of Sestos there?”

Opening my swollen eyes –
More to my horror than my surprise,
Rose-cheeked Adonis in youthful pride
Stood towering o’er me at my side:
That so-called beauty I must confess
Compared to thee was ugliness. . .

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Malcolm Massiah

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I am a writer. I am shy. I started writing poetry in my youth. I first performed in 1987 at the Avon Poetry Festival along side Bertel Martin of the Bristol Black Writers Workshop, supporting Benjamin Zephaniah.I gave my last poetry performance in 1992 at the Arnolfini gallery Bristol, supporting Labi Siffre during Poetry month.In 1998 for a year, I became the Resident Poet at Bristol Evening Post.I haven't written much since then but in 2014 I began exercising my rusty hand writing sonnets. I hope to continue writing in the coming year.
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Chandrama Deshmukh
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@malcolmmassiah
Your poem builds up so wonderfully.
Dreams and their never ending charm.
How I wish we could live them. Alas! reality strikes.
I have been reading your poems. They are different each time.
That’s what I like about them.

Keep penning those thoughts 🙂

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