I’ll ne’er put a foot in France

I’ve watched eternal night

Dress shadows with starlight

Every footstep taking place

I’ve followed at a snail’s-pace.

 

Something, I couldn’t equate.

Dragging, my earthly, weight!

As you; glided along, chaise.  

I couldn’t follow… foul of grace?

 

I’m neither a chivalrous knight

My lady of the intrepid light…

I’m just a Paige of the lance!

“I’ll ne’er put a foot in France

Or find my own romance”.

Reviews

[fwvalidus]

Sorry for the delaying in fulfilling your read request... I have been MIA from writerscafe for awhile but I'm hoping to post some new writing of mine and keep up with the community!

I enjoyed this poem, sometimes rhyming appears forced which ruins the nature of the poem... I do not believe you have suffered from this. Good job.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

I definitely enjoyed the rhyme and the rhythm. I don't quite understand it but the poem is beautiful nevertheless. :)

[Mark Heathcote]

Thanks Blue Darling :)

[MsJewel]

I love the classic feel of your beautiful poem Mark and the art you chose to accompany your words is lovely.

:) Julie

[Mark Heathcote]

Thank you Julie, pleased you liked it. :)

[Pryde Foltz]

France the land of chivalry and love. This poem is well-inspired and beautifully traversed, oh troubadour.

[Mark Heathcote]

It was an entertaining bit of fun in the writing. Thank you for your sweet review me lady. :)

[Robbie~xoxo~]

I adore the art accompanying this piece!...and your words are truly exhilarating..
The rhythmic flow and rhyme merge well... William Shakespeare would be proud!

Well done, Mark! :)

[Mark Heathcote]

Thank for your review I was beginning to think no one like it. It does have a timeless quality to it doesn’t it. :)

[Robbie~xoxo~]

It does.. I enjoyed reading it, Mark.. give it a chance... :)