NaPoWriMo day thirteen

in his mind,
the first few moments of conflict.
 
realizing the battle was lost,
he continued
 
slow in retreating,
the issue still undecided.
 
now too proud to fight,
or too sensitive
 
free of rage.
indeed, a miracle.
 
*
 
Later, discovering
whose body it was,
his skin jubilant,
he burned.
 
Content, and
slow in pursuit—
a course made easier
by eagerness.
 
Sensitive to the possession
of personal action,
the safe retreat
into approval.
 
From every thicket
the songs
seemed to rise
higher now.
 
*
 
The self-laudatory note
he would send
was divided as souvenir.
 
Lost, he gave orders
to retreat.
 
A letter reached him,
acting as absence.
 
Cautious with victory,
the pursuit of tradition
made easier by eagerness,
 
made use of possession
to join in the hunt,
a promising hand.
 
Once proud lives,
seldom free,
were stained with blood.
Rise higher.

NaPoWriMo day twelve

second choice
had never been reconciled
 
a romantic figure
without consent
 
falling in love
completely and violently
 
skeptics declared
this was all a ruse
 
Edward had other plans
 
*
 
Who is known?
In history,
as contracted,
the story instructed
the public eye,
to cover up
with no regard
to love—
destined to die.
So little reconciled,
the decision
in favour
of power.
 
*
 
Had never been
and had been
known.
The story
(the first time)
instructed.
To abduct, again,
the public fact
destined
to die violently.
In the struggle
of lineage.
An excuse
summoned.
Edward’s power
sent into exile;
the reversion
of the crown.
Reported quietly.

NaPoWriMo day eleven

content
to deal only
with his mind
and his pen
 
*
 
the wealth of questions.
time would command translation.
 
*
 
treading over
the borders
occupying
his services,
the labour
closest to
his heart.

NaPoWriMo day ten

this breathing
spell. under
his command
the gateway
to action,
the command
advanced
by slow stages.
a miracle
in any sense
of the word.
how far would
courage go?
 
*
 
a lack of energy
in gathering,
he found himself
moving rapidly under
the command of himself.
he had grown
weary of discomfort.
what followed
experience
was limited
to his own reckoning.
brave, but not trained.
their nature fought,
their spirits opposing.
 
*
 
Gathering the common men
he found a strong position
near the gateway to himself,
fighting all his discomfort.
 
What followed was limited,
consisted largely of the lost.
Who still wanted to fight?
The word was brought back.
They depended on old weapons.
Who went into battle?
Enough. 

NaPoWriMo day nine

discontent meant a martyr’s death
he breathed out.
committed to the teachings
of scholar of priest
he saw possibilities:
a protecting hand
purified and strengthened.
they were as one,
connections he did not hesitate to place
in opposition to himself.
it was an aggressive action
to belong.
 
*
 
After he breathed his last,
retribution reached out.
By that time he was searching
eagerly to counteract
his arrogance and disregard,
a curious combination,
always ready.
Working closely together,
they were as one
in opposition to his
unauthorized demands.
 
*
 
He would have faced the issue
with courage, even peacefully.
 
It would verge on the absurd
to say “this eloquent politician.”
 
He was searching for issues
he could use to establish rights.
 
Once supremely able
in the art of debate,
 
he said what many had been thinking
boldly and publicly.
 
Edward did not hesitate. He would not agree,
averse to continuous demands.