The Furrows and Harrows

[SirFleshwound]

Wither 'o' wend to a memories wander.
Grey slated borders the landscape belies.
Which way will you follow, the will of the pathway?
In the furrows and harrows that make up your mind.

Who speaks of the terrors unhidden by morning?
Spilled in the hollows and shallows of dawn.
Faces are forming, brows shifting and folding.
As the furrows and harrows paint shadows forlorn.

A harlequin haze clouds the clamour of bracken.
Snared betwixt brambles that reach through the briar.
Wrapped by these fronds she was caught in a rapture.
And the furrows and harrows ignited her fire.

Now black, night decayed to the mourn of her morning.
Releasing a wine once confined to the soul.
A sanguine expression that would serve as a warning.
Carving furrows and harrows to settle the toll.

[candlewitch]

dear Sir,

I always enjoy the beauty and complexity of your style of writing poetry. no matter the subject matter, it is always a lilting rhythm. you have a graceful command of the pen. these are my favorite lines:

A harlequin haze clouds the clamour of bracken.
Snared betwixt brambles that reach through the briar.
Wrapped by these fronds she was caught in a rapture.
And the furrows and harrows ignited her fire.

and the ending verse lingers on, like a fine wine.
always, Cat

[dwells]

The language and the image of the brain described in the first stanza were striking SFW. Sounds like we have a choice maybe, but she did not as she left before dawn on memory's rapture. Taken in the euphoria sadly by a sanguine surge bursting and flooding the furrows; paid in full perhaps with a final midnight smile to remember.
Excellent use of alliteration and repetition - kudos and cheers, in spite of the sorrowful subject matter - and this was the best thing I've read in quite a while; a dark masterpiece! - Dan

[karrie]

This very much captivated me. The last stanza especially. I always enjoy reading you!

[Moirae]

Absolutely beautiful piece. I'm so glad I was able to read this. I was completely enchanted by the environment you created.

This stanza just blew me away:

"A harlequin haze clouds the clamour of bracken.
Snared betwixt brambles that reach through the briar.
Wrapped by these fronds she was caught in a rapture.
And the furrows and harrows ignited her fire."

I don't remember the last time I saw the word 'betwixt' used, but we need this word back on a regular basis.

[tangerinepie]

Hi SFW..I was away and never got to read this poem, but it is a perfect poem in every way. The melancholy is enhanced by the lyrical wording.Captivating in an old world way, this is a well deserved spotlight..Tangie..