Wednesday, October 7, 2009

an untitled love poem

O. Henry!
On a thorn, your nightingale bled
to death, to make the white rose red
all night, for the beloved.

Oh nightingale!
give me your courage
so that I too am bled
till my rose is red.

4 comments:

Adelaide Dupont said...

Dear Shruti,

"I am bled,
Until my nose is red".

That's as far as I can remember the last 2 lines, and they are really affecting, in the sound and the sense.

The thorn and the nightingale are pretty classic (if not classical) images too.

Is O. Henry one of your favourite writers?

shrutanne said...

" so that I too am bled
till my rose is red"

and it's rose, not nose!!!

I'm glad you liked it. Thanks! :)
one of my favourite writers?? Not exactly. I know only 3 of his stories, though I loved all 3 of them. I was just in a particular situation and the image suddenly flashed into my head and seemed apt... writing the poem was an act of catharsis :)

anj said...

first stanza's interesting, promising, and has a rhythm that makes you read ahead to see how the rest of it's gonna work. the second is somewhat simplistic, sounding prayer-like, but i can understand the sentiment.

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