To Whom the Goblets of Blood – Sonnet – October 5, 2014

by Brenda Warren

plus:    melancholy, death, renewal, harvest, change (for OctPoWriMo)

In the name of whom should we speak,
to whom raise these goblets of blood?
This is a broken melancholy age
though to some vital, in a sense .

Here lie, strips of blank sheets of paper,
the would be ravaged end of a poem
meant to be a speech, had I written it,
for the season of death – which we call autumn.

Is it possible to change our course …
to harvest love instead of regrets and horror
connected to that whore, we call power ?
Ah – in the eve of my aging existence, I despair.

In the name of whom should we speak,
and to whom raise these goblets of blood?

(c) G.s.k. ’14

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