Hebenus ac Ebur
It is indeed National Poetry Day, and it has spurred me to finish a poem I've been thinking about for a while. It was to be my first foray into Latin Verse Composition, but even I thought that may end up being a little elitist. Plus, it was really, really difficult. Although it is on some level anathema to me to do this, I feel it might need just a little context before being read. My mother has had, as long as I can remember, a grand piano. It's where I first learnt about music, and how to sing and play. This year, she has sold it, and in about a week's time, it goes to its new home. Hebenus ac Ebur It sits alone, still and silent Not through reverence or neglect, But because it no longer fits. A plant in a garden overgrown, .Choked and shaded Not by weeds, but some other pretty flower Flourishing in the sunlight. With every day it petrifies, Grey with dust it becomes An Ozymandian monument, A lonely edifice to a life no longer lived. ...