I am a richly blessed and lucky man
Bathsheba gladdens every seeing eye
And she is mine alone; our love began
When she favored me with a smile most sly
As others squandered time with loud boasting
Or venomous gossip and silly lies;
She saw my mind was on a sweeter thing:
Imagining the sound of her glad cries
Which I would hear, to my astonishment
As one of King David’s stout retinue
Her husband and his soldier: I was blent
Of both these parts, and happy through and through
He bids me now to wade back into war
I will obey, for none I honor more
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (6)
Bathsheba reminded me of the ghost from The Conjuring hehehe. Loved your poem!
That is so lovely. I would 'swipe right' on that man, haha!
Heavy, tragic, and gorgeously written.
Amazing. The tragedy and travesty of Uriah's story is heightened by your deft subtlety.
Again you are great!
There seems to be an ancient history theme going on today. Maybe I'll give it a try later on.