Be still my beating heart
In this boundless light I bask
In his bountiful love I bear witness
I wear love’s malleable mask.
Be still my beating heart
For fear of battles feigned in vain
And swordsman on his shining steed
Did my fragile heart reclaim.
Be still my beating heart
For he doth love another
And all the magic in the world
Will not ease my slumber.
Be still my beating heart
I must hide my shame and guilt
Give me strength grace and fortitude
And let my broken dreams be rebuilt.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
This is for napowrimo Day 8, the prompt was to write in the spirit of Shelley, which was perhaps a bit challenging at 7am, anyway this is as much in the spirit of Shelley as I can muster.
The image is of St George…I imagine this to be the fair damsel in distress once the rose petals have faded.
It was in the public domain on wikimedia- attributed to circle of Lucas Cranach the Elder [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
Hues of Hankinson 