A Night, Catullus

A Night, Catullus

A thunderbolt bounced me straight from my bed,

But could not thee discharge from my head.

My belly on fire, my limbs aflame,

Straight from the quiver above it came.

An appetence so rare in my soul was born

It kept me astir from night til morn.

Avaunt from me! Oh Catullus enflamed!

My unshackled assent thou hast mortally lamed!

The peccant paynim thou may hast saved,

The soul unbound thine eyes enslaved!

By orison from the Lord above

Dearest Catullus, thou I dost love.

Warrior Princess

I am, Catullus

I am, Catullus

Oh my Catullus who could have known

So quick with mine temper I would have shown?

I am what I am as so moulded am I

I gaze and behold the qualms in thine eye.

Oh my Catullus by thy compassionate grace

My leman, my love, my soul’s sweet embrace

Thine affections return to mine aching heart

Thy care, thy kindness once more impart.

Oh my Catullus never I’ll change,

Thus making my sorrows ever sound strange.

I am what I am as so moulded am I

The mark of a soul borne straight from the sky.

Warrior Princess

A Day, Catullus

A Day, Catullus

Good morn, dear Catullus, let us walk through the street,

It’s not quite oft like this that we meet.

Let us talk awhile lest time should beguile

And take me away from thy sweet smile.

Good day, dear Catullus, let us walk to the prom,

Now from thine musings thou I shalt charm.

Let us take shade ‘neath the old olive leaves

As thine eyes the breath from my breast dost cleaves.

Good eve, dear Catullus, let us sip for a time,

As the shadows grow longer we may yet dine.

Let the cool e’en breeze take the furrows from thy brow

So all our dalliance betides to us here and now.

Good night, dear Catullus, thy head on my breast,

Finally thine heart the aim of my quest.

Let us embrace ever closely, in perpetuum mine

Eternally darling, my benevolence thine.

Warrior Princess

Catullus and I

Catullus and I

Alas. Poor Catullus. What an ache in thy soul.

The wrenched-out wretchedness hast taken its toll.

The heart and mind hath been swallowed whole,

As some capricious hand thy life doth troll.

Thou, love despised. Thy love disposed.

Clodia’s heart forever wert closed.

Upon thine brow the furrows imposed

By sentiment no words disclosed.

                                  

Mine eyes do leak. My heart asunder.

Like thyself, I too, doth blunder.

My mind rolls like slaps of thunder,

My spirit through mine heart doth plunder.

My body fails. My breast doth breathe.

Upon these sheets mine soul doth wreathe.

My aching heart its passions unsheathe

Upon mine pillows these tears bequeath.

The light of eyes in absence, starkness.

From bright blue hues to total darkness.

And round and round the spinning boundless,

Til sleep escapes, it’s exit soundless.

The crashing spasms of love’s inertia

Ignore the grinding mind’s agenda.

The clawing frenzy, all else addenda.

The haunting paroxysm to emerge gravida.

Until at last with the Smile’s return

The loss of lassitude, the heart doth burn.

The hands tremble, the loins yearn.

The utter torment doth inward turn.

Thou shalt not speak thine words of ardour.

Thou shalt not cross that fickle border.

Thou shalt not seek the peace of candor.

Thou shalt not precious time asquander.

Thou shalt sit and smile and play.

Thou shalt chat and yap and neigh.

And all the whilt thy soul shalt sway.

And whence alone at once shalt pray.

Upon the breath of Heaven’s God,

To the Heart of Our Sweet Lord.

This heartfelt cry to Him thou poured,

From this madness thy seeks His cure.

Warrior Princess