My Poem: The Old Guard: Quiet Comfort: Gen

[stonepicnicking_okapi]

Title: Quiet Comfort
Poetic form: Italian sonnet
Fandom: The Old Guard
Pairing: Joe/Nicky
Length: 114
Rating: Gen
For: the prompt 'Any fandom, any character/pairing - quiet comfort' at Multifandom Poetry Fest 2021. Please go and leave a prompt if you're so inclined. I don't know/don't feel comfortable writing for any of the fandoms currently in the prompts.

The quiet comfort of your resting embrace,
in the muted stillness which comes of knowing
and being known, defenseless, bare, scars showing
yet loved and lulled in arms which will not unlace
sono qui, I’m here, so nothing may displace,
disturb, or harm your slumber, your calm growing
profound, with every puff of hushed breath slowing
against my nape. Then steals into our soft space…

Dread. Fear. Fault. Guilt. Grief. Angst. Ire. Wrath. Woe. Shame.
a sharp intake, a tiny twitch, a fret
in dream, in memory, the insect creeps,
intending to lay eggs, but you reclaim
our peace and send the spindle-legged threat
away with a growl, a clutch. Our love sleeps.

Comments

[ancientreader]

Just extraordinary. I'm inclined to call it flawless, except that perfection is near lifelessness, and this poem seems drenched in life & desire & tenderness & it catches their mutual protectiveness so well. "The spindle-legged threat"! Your poetry gets better and better, and it was damn fine to begin with.

[stonepicnicking_okapi]

Aw. You're going to make me cry. Thank you. It is wonderful to hear that I'm improving. From inside, you don't really notice progress but this one came together fairly easily. Since it was the Italian form, I tried messing with the endings a bit and thought it softened things. Like the lads.