Monica Richards

Muted Land

Monica Richards


There was a friend upon whom once Nature played her joke  

She gave him width instead of height  
and hands too large for chivalry  
A strength of body quite too great  
to satisfy a soul that craved aesthetic light  

She must have smiled when in that frame  
Was placed a heart so delicate  
For it would vibrate melody  
Until her artifice produced wild rhapsody  

With eyes that sought insatiably  
The harmonies of life he found  
But discord and a dark despair  
And so the jest so well conceived turned tragedy  

The spirit tired and sought release