My Heart is What it Was Before

“My heart is what it was before”* a bleak and lonely place. "I love what others do abhor,"** my heart belies my face. “I light the lamp and lay the cloth”* I stoke the fire to blaze. I choose to break a solemn troth; my muse has cunning ways. I wick the ink to golden quill; my steed of verse is spurred. Both muse and victim hanging, will intent beget absurd? What follows, then, is apropos said verse is dark and terse. The fount has made foul brook to flow; it's drivel I disperse. ©2006 W.D.Neighbors *Edna St. Vincent Millay....collected lyrics "Alms" ** Shakespeare, sonnet CL