Wednesday, 11 April 2012

NaPoWriMo #5

Today's was to steal a line from another poem and make it mine. 

I have stolen away the dreams
that induced the great Kubla Khan,
In dreams I fall
down to a sunless sea. 
I hear the sirens of old,
singing the grace of their gods.
War! War! I hear the ringing
in my ears, the gasp for breath,
saltiness between my toes
and water down my throat. 

I build the dome in the air
with my waving arms, 
but poets and maids playing
in their sweet eastern symphony, 
do not hear me. The man
with bewitching eyes,
drunk on honey dew,
instead I have sunless water to drink.

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