In Search of Moles

I've recently began to read "The Wind in the Willows".... again. Really good book, kind of a family favorite... try to read it once a year. Never cared much for mole or badger, rat's alright. Toad's first rate though, he's my favorite literary character. Used to fancy myself akin to him when I was like eight or nine, curiously enough I had mania's for random household objects at that time as well. Thats when I began writing too

Speaking of writing though, I've finished a new piece. Blank verse... kind of a doodle in attempts to make my style a bit more spontaneous and random. Its been a long time since I've worked with form though, I'm starting to miss my rhyming couplets.

Anyways, here it is... and I'm off, I haven't eaten a bite all day.

Heigho Geronimo

Your simmered words weld upon
The crooked anvil of my ears,
Each note a twisted leap
As spiders shimmy on the cords
Of my marionettish heart.

Heigho Geronimo!

For, surely, there’s more fish that swim
In the murky depths of sea;
Yet, I care only for you—
My hallowed, hated, dream-catch.
I am you treacherous Ahab
Yet you’ve torn my heart asunder
And left both legs attached.

For, this is the bare subtlety
Of our shared, divining love.