Choice

New lamps for old, a fairy tale,

for shine lost magic, as fool’s gold,

so nugget of experience

is undermined, flash in the pan,

by dint, glint, easy money made.

My search, Aubade, in screen news feeds, -

advertisements predominate,

with loads of ‘naughty lingerie’,

as if it dawns, term testifies

to what lies hidden, now revealed.

Of parting lovers, Romeo,

escaping ’fore the consequence,

family planning now awry,

both Nurse and Priest in close cahoots,

with Will to keep romance in tact.

Averse to leaving, poetry,

a note, song signing, melody,

French letters sealed in history,

as Abelard and Héloïse,

philosopher, and abbess, nun.

So knight and day, light follows night

for Guinivere and Lancelot,

when lovers supercede the lore

of oaths in love and loyalty,

so tragedy again unfolds.

Round Table talks our daily news,

while pillow talk too plays its part,

a honey trap, embed, espied;

so mixed emotions after dark,

a lingering, as advertised.

See the beginning of a tree,

an acorn, sapling, staff of oak,

which rings out, yearly, woodland seen,

the home of birds and beasts within,

where lives the Greenman, setting scene.

‘Begin’ brings baggage borne before -

e’en your new day, another’s dusk,

continuum, evolving ways,

so starting, shock, already been,

past, future, present, yet choice, gift.