Here we go!

So, here is my first poem. I think it's pretty self-explanatory :)

A Lullaby of Truth

                A woman lulls her newborn, illegitimate child to sleep. Once he is calmly dreaming, she reflects upon the man who fathered the child, but left her without knowing of the conception of his bastard son. Finally, as she looks upon her son, the lonely mother admits her fears of what he may become as he grows, and her still greater fear of being left by him as she was left by his father before him.

                This poem is a villanelle and would be used as the “lost” poem for the month of September because I think that it suits the bitter-sweet change of seansons from Summer to Fall, as it has a sad reminiscence that matches the time of year and marks the end of an often happier time. The strength the narrator displays, despite the loss of her love and her son’s loss of a father further explores the various ways in which people deal with loss. It uses literary devices such as personification, assonance, alliteration, and hyperboles.

Now sleep in peace, and not ‘till morn awake

And let no light invade these precious eyes.

Yes, sleep, my love, my beautiful mistake.

Meer hours now, until the dawn will break

And cruel Sun’s bright light will split the pensive sky.

So sleep in peace, and not ‘till morn awake.

Gone to a place where nothing is at stake,

That all the laws of life and reality defy.

Sleep on, my love, my beautiful mistake.

He stole my all, there’s nothing left to take.

Yes, thieving thoughts schemed with grinning lies.

Yet, he sleeps in peace, and not ‘till morn awakes.

Alone again, I feel the familiar ache

As, like every other night, a little dies.

But sleep, my love, my beautiful mistake.

I look upon you and full of fear I quake,

For I know you may become what I despise.

But sleep in peace, and not ‘till morn awake.

Yes, sleep, my love, my beautiful mistake.
                                     
                                            - Rachel Harrison