Dear Melancholy
A poem that is not so sad
Dear Melancholy,
I forgot you are a shared experience,
A stately dance through unkempt woods,
With heavy shade and intoxicating perfumes from hidden blooms.
I forgot your ardent suitors,
Who saw your worth in golden compass arcs and unaffected nightingales,
Their longings heard by fae glades of mesmerising sunlight through wind-rushed leaves.
I forgot your patient temperament,
An erstwhile companion to hand-pushed plough and chimney smoke on mauve-greyed skies,
When distant children sang songs in flower garland’d circles and fell in faux decease.
I forgot the honeyed succour of your welcoming embrace,
Which carried me in crisis tempests like ocean currents sweep debris to foreign islands,
So I shall lay a while on the gentle crests and valleys of your familiar melody.