how to wish well one not known - the sonnet

Fiction is that she cares if i'm cruel , 

which i am not , anymore than she cares - 

enough though i'd rather be thought a fool

than harm mine whose hunger's so full it tears.

So like an ancient scribe's fantasy

of flesh and blood cloaked in goddess form

or fearful practice rehearsed by proxy

i thrash demons in ways outside the norm .

If there be lives affected , be it well

for generosity freely given

might ring human hearts hocked to that long bell

with more than madness at being driven.

I cannot stop time's effect on beauty

but muse kindness for hearts of such duty .

3 June 2014 jts

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