by Glen Martin Fitch
Oh land of fluid 'scape and timeless time,
Where gardens shine in beauty far more bright,
Where terror lies in dungeon path to climb,
What better place for men to find their might?
Oh land of high Romance, where heroes fight
'Gainst inner dragons for their ladies fair,
And lovers pine just for their loved one's sight,
And villains plot a false fair face to wear.
Oh blessèd dreamer how you work with care
Your multi-leveled polyphonic quest
In interlockèd rhyme and language fair
To lure enchanted readers through each test.
Sweet honey bee in your six-sided cell
Who else could tell of once dreamt scenes so well?
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011