My heart is what it was before

 

My heart is what it was before

My heart is what it was before”* a bleak and lonely place. "I love what others do abhor,"** my heart belies my face. “I light the lamp and lay the cloth”* I stoke the fire ablaze. I choose to break a solemn troth, my muse has cunning ways. I wick the ink to golden quill, my steed of verse is spurred … both muse and victim hanging, will intent beget absurd? What follows, then, is apropos said verse is dark and terse. The fount has made foul brook to flow; It's drivel I’ve dispersed. ~ Dean Neighbors ~

I “used” two line from: *Edna St. Vincent Millay....collected lyrics "Alms" And one line from:  ** Shakespeare, sonnet C