A Month with Yeats: Day Eighteen

from Yeats’ apocalyptic poem, ‘The Valley of the Black Pig.’

‘The dews drop slowly and dreams gather;’ —W.B. Yeats


in the darkest hour, dews form
where dreams slowly clash with the stars
dragoons perish like brontosaurs
battles were fought during storm

souls grew old
tired and weary
from the unknown
masters ruled
strategies changed
fallen from great height

some undertakings in the memoirs
like being stuck in the hailstorm
and the reception was lukewarm
music with meshing of guitars

souls grew wise
lessons learned
respect and hope
peace to all

ang lahat ng tao
dumadaan sa pagsubok
(all people
go through challenges)*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* La’libertas

For: A Month with Yeats: Day Eighteen, Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #18



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