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By pictured parchment flies seasons joyess ambassador. Greetings tended unto me by sweet folk too long not under my gaze. Memories savoured once more returned upon the names therein. Much honoured and loved gentle master had I broken bread with and strode a parallel path in toil and industry. Thy sons strong and fair I hath seen rise in stature by fertile guidance and daughter by marriage virtuous and honest flower of life.
Yet one be absent. Had I in haste to drink of these glad tidings thy name overlooked. Noble lady of the house generous of heart and mother of aforesaid flower whom God in his wisdom hath sought to test with grave.....affliction.

Oh, northern sun of my heart too briefly risen hath sunk once more into chill night. Had I one ounce of premonition all haste would I have made. Once prudent merchant of my time I have squandered such wealth in idle pursuits. Architect of many a great restoration had I drafted plans and works commenced with insufficient funds. Poor retch’d soul, have I constitution to labour once more for integrities credit.

To spoil not modest humours of holy celebration I bid them leave to thy own company and resolve of a pilgrimage at thou own convenience. Till then shall I ruminate belated conveyance of sympathy avoiding impotent salutation. Till then to acquire such courage to look thou straight on, not to approach eyes lowered as would a prisoner hoping of salvation chalk marked on the floor.

Presently did I pay homage in loving memory of thy gentle lady. Though I not of the faith hath devised some ceremony befitting thine nature and mine. Nay to confuse purse for heart as did foregone conqueror, patron of church yet despoiler of village shall I make sacrifice of some dear thing be it dear to me only. A picture I had of rain soaked shadowy forest grove and rarely trod trail fading into mist reminiscent of pathway to that otherworldly place inscribed with thy name and put to the torch.

Consideration I gave to commission reproduction before destruction, nay, to answer thyself, more make it the sacrifice more be it the dedication. Ashes upon fair lady’s much loved sea did I fleece at the turning of the tide, then to baptise thyself in sanctified waves as to wash away sin of neglect.


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Coming from an Anglo-Celtic backgroud I have an interest in English history though being of a working class environment my interest is higher than general knowledge but not so accute as to be termed historian.
I can be somewhat political & playing the Devil's Advocate on occasions gives people a false perception of my ideals.


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The following comments are for "Sin of Neglect"
by ozpink

Not fiction
Pen - I'm not much good at fiction, all my submissions are inspired by real life experiences & this one is no exception. As 'smithy' observed in a reply to someone else a little while ago self criticism is not an easy subject. We all maintain a castle wall to some extent & this is an attempt to lower my guard for humilities sake & to convey remorse.

Claire - I'm not sure just how grammatically accurate I have been as I paid particular attention to resist the temptation to plagiarise any of the wonderful phrases that popped into my mind while writing Sin of Neglect. I am often trying to experiment with format as much as with subject. I am particularly proud of the opening line in both the first & second paragraphs, as I said in 'Choices', "...even a bad story must be told well..."

( Posted by: ozpink [Member] On: January 28, 2004 )

Thy poem
Pray thee, thy words are eloquent and well spent. Had I the good substance to happen upon this letter, written in thine goodly manner sooner, per chance I might have replied sooner, Gentle Master. Good day, I bid ye, my fair Goat Brother and son of Ea, born as am I under the auspicious House of the Water (and happy birthday).

( Posted by: poesandpoetry [Member] On: February 4, 2004 )

poesandpoetry
Thankyou for your comment. I think you have a better grasp of Old English.

Sin of Neglect seems to present something of a double edged sword. Being my best submission so far makes anything else an anti-climax, but I know I will have to restart with something simple just to give myself a kick-along.

Sin of Neglect has also made me self-reflect & in so doing I have regained the enthusiasm to make the most of my spare time. As a result I have not as much time to devote to writing poetry.

"Wisdom is by industry achieved."

( Posted by: ozpink [Member] On: February 6, 2004 )





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