The Lonely Death of a Poet

Chatterton the fabulous creator of other poets dreams

An angel of delusion in his world of written confusion

Summer days and lyrically sweet-sounding skylarks

The sunrise and the moonlight of his fading horizon

Writing by the second hand in a hour glass of sand

Amidst the red red roses and the golden daffodils

Quilling songs of hemlock and fading with the flowers

Wearing shoes of silver buckles in John Keats's soles

In his final moments he perished beautifully like a poet.

Reviews

[Duncan Brown]

Duncan, you..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................Mother.

[Duncan Brown]

Duncan, love,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,jet.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Loved the litany of your words. Yesterday, the 23rd, was the anniversary of Keats's death. For me, this pretty much brought him to mind.

Nice to meet you, Duncan!

[Ayushi Jha]

Absolute beauty!
In love with the piece.