I Who Blessed Thee For Thy Maidenly Shape (from The Songs Of The Erinnyes, Sonnets, Odes, and Elegies by Jay Noya, Brigantium Press)

I who blessed thee for thy maidenly shape
And who took thee in thy magenta bloom
And then lost this very treasure in a wink
Oh how I’ve cursed myself and swore since nightly
For the reckless and unmitigated spendthrift I was
Now forlorn and oblivious and frozen I stare into space
Taking only passing comfort
In a trusty companion’s words
That life is roomy yet and the odds unbounded



© J. Noya, 2006