The Birthday Poem

[ladymirth]

Very tired and fagged out today. Hate trips. Bloody euphemisms for, "lets- sacrifice- free- time - to-pack - everything- but- what- we- need- squabble-in-back- seat- and -come -back -feeling -like- hit- and- run -victim- with -multiple- bags- of -laundry". Bah.

Found this though. Old birthday poem written to my best friend. I think it's about two years old. Cheered me right up it did. It's riddled with in-jokes and nick names and most of it probably won't make any sense to anyone except myself and my friend, but I feel like posting it nevertheless.

Here it is:

 

The Birthday Poem"

O’ Princess Peartree,

Princess, my dear!

Why are you a-sulking,

In your lofty sphere?

I plead you, entreat you,

O’ throw down a smile,

Past sins forgiven,

Play with me a while.

 

Cast to the gay wind,

All your wheezes and woes

Petty frowns and heartache,

Over princes lovelorn

The earth is unmoving

For one day and one night,

So come take my hand,

Let’s dance in our starlight.

 

Where are your princes,

And where are your knights?

Show me your castles,

Your warriors and wights.

Release your enchantments,

From their prison houses

Of tipsy pen lettered

Books with worn covers

 

The fires do burn,

The wild beasts do roam,

The forest is listening;

We are not alone

But sit down beside me

And spin me your tales,

Of far-away islands

Of white sand and whales,

Of homes with red roses

And wee fairy goats

And the bright-eyed young lassie

Whom I miss the most

 

One single hour,

Of shared memory and sweet mirth,

Between two dear friends,

To ridicule the world,

And evoke the lost echoes,

Of times now gone by

And re-learn where the sweetness

Of true friendship lies.

 

 

 

 

 

Comments

[ladymirth.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I wouldn't be writing poems for my friends either, but this was my BEST friend who is a Writer herself. Plus, I was dead broke and unable to get her a birthday present.

Oh, I don't dispute that you're absolutely nuts. It is an irrevocable fact of life. The earth is the third planet away from the sun, chocolate is merely ambrosia by another name, and Holly is quite bonkers. You're just bonkers in a very good way. Don't even think about turning sane! I'd have to unFriend you.

Nutty people are the only people you can write interesting poems about, anyways. In case you hadn't noticed, I was actually paying tribute to how crazy my friend and I, both are. So I'd say you're a prime candidate for having a poem written about, yourself!