my enchanted thoughts at play
in fun rags of fresh decay
in the burning thirst of May
in the arms of Heaven’s Gate
in bold solace at cheap rate
how I watched your perfume eyes
how I loved with warming sighs
how I watched the parchment sing
how its words called to our ring
of sordid one-way passions
of fragrant hopes now ashen
of dysphoric minds unstrung
of a sparrow’s call unsung
and enshrined rhythmic tongues
and this grave soul on anklung
and quests for placid motion
and rivets in my ocean
the lauded fiend unturned
the fiend of sweet sauterne
the eyes not his aware
the narrow cannot bear
my one wish to breathe her air
Joel Schueler is from London. He has a BA (Hons) in English Literature & Creative Writing from the University of Wales, Aberystwyth. His works have been accepted in over a dozen publications including Pennsylvania Literary Journal, The Dawntreader, Atlantean Publishing & The Bangalore Review. Currently, he is working on his first novel.
Contemporary Literary Review India. Vol 5, No 1, CLRI February 2018 | eISSN 2394-6075