Apr 3, 2016 NaPoWriMo

For OFOFW
©April 3rd, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

Your words shaped worlds,
Rearranged my mind
Wrenched my heart
Sang in my voice
Haunted my holidays,
Made me weep in sympathy.

Your words held my hand
As I tried, halting and bold, both
To shape my own.

Your words, drenched in purple
Clad in gold, dripping with honey,
Bent with sorrow,
Striding like mad, old Lear
On the plain, blind, heartbroken,
Shouting into the cold wind
Of others’ incomprehension,
Spoke to my ears alone.

I, a child of ten,
You, dead for decades,
I, bursting into language
You, sharing it.
I, moved by Basil’s love,
And laughing with Algy,
And shuddering at Jochanaan,
And weeping over a
Fisherman’s broken heart,
And hating a Spanish
Infanta for spurning a Dwarf,

And you, spinning stories
From the ether, threads of
Purple and gold, spinning me
Into a cocoon
Wherein I dreamed and
Grew my own wings.

You were my immortal,
And I, so mortal.
You made me reach for
Your sun-clad world,
Remote as Olympus.

One day, perhaps,
We shall meet.
And I shall bring you
A sacrifice of poems,
A raiment of stories –
You, my first love.

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Prompt for today from NaPoWriMo

Tags: #FanLetterPoem, #Original Poetry, #Wilde