Our Boy

Ruby Hawk on Jul 8, 2007

Tags: anguish, Anne, grief, our boy, quiet shade, Sylvia

Sometimes "Our Boy" is most welcome when we are overwhelmed by grief.

My life’s a bitter dwindled waste
I long for peace in that quiet glade
His ebony stallion hooves pulsate
Across the lonely winding glade.

And I with thoughtful anguished eyes
Long to leap in his saddle and ride
With Our Boy
Oh Anne and Sylvia
I was never acquainted with you
But I know Our Boy.

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JNV on Jul 9, 2007
I can hear the pounding hooves in the rhythm… Reminded me of one of my favorite poems by Alfred S NOyles? i think…. Its titled ‘the Highwayman’. Well done.
Nancy on Jul 9, 2007
So much grief,wonderfully writen.
Rosanne on Jul 12, 2007
This is a suicidal poem. I have read both slyvia Plath and Anne Sexton and know they both commited suicide.I like it.
Randy on Jul 12, 2007
Carefully written in just the right tone.
Brandy Jenkins on Jul 14, 2007
This one brings up the sorrow in my soul.
Christine Ramsay on Jan 29, 2011
A very sad but beautifully written poem.

Christine

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