Genre: Poetry Word count: 100 written for Rochelle's Friday Fictioneers click on the friendly frog for more tales of a hundred words or less & join the fun!
Letter to No Lycidas
No Lycidas are you, my son,
no watery bier nor desert grave
holds you. But in the crisp
of autumn air, your countenance
lights a distant town, another’s home
a place where you from me remain.
Yet I wonder, pray one day I’ll see
you striding back to see me here;
that one day that old mailbox
will find you on a daily chore
or whether the woods beyond will gape
to hear your lusty songs of praise
to the God of miracles and a Son
who freeing the soul from evil design
heals faultless the sutures of the mind.
This Jolly Beggar 
Dear Dora,
The mother’s faith and longing shine through. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Rochelle,
A mother never gives up hope 🙂 Thank you so much.
Aleichem shalom,
Dora
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She lives in hope.
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Yes, she does. 🙂
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“Heals faultless the sutures of the mind”… WOW! What an awesome turn of phrase. Love it. Beautiful poem.
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Thank you so much, Bear, for your generous comments 🙂
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No, I agree. Watery beer will never do
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🤔
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The narrator will never give up hope. Lovely and poetic 🙂
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Thank you, Ali. I’m glad you liked it.
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Memories maintain raised expectations in this poetic summary of hope.
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Yes, maybe those expectations are not entirely in vain. Thank you for commenting, James.
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Beautiful. I always envy those who can write such poetry.
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Aww, thank you, Linda! You’re very kind 💖
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This is beautiful, Dora.
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Oh thank you, Adele! Grateful for your comment.
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This was beautiful, Dora.
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Thank you, Dale.
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methinks, to paraphrase jane austen, she hopes the longest when all hopes are gone.
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Yep, you can’t argue with Austen about matters of the heart.
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That’s a lovely poem, and awesomely clever! To draw your inspiration from Milton, and to do it so effectively – wow! Well done indeed – loud applause!
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I can hear it and you’re too generous! Thank you, Penny 💖
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That’s a great take using Milton as a starting point and then making it completely your own. Brilliantly done.
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Thank you so much, Subroto. Very kind of you.
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Hope is the ultimate food for the soul. We’re lost without it.
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It’s indispensable. Thanks for commenting 🙂
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The hope shines through… and I think it must even if it’s in vain
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A parent especially never really gives up hope for their child.
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Lovely and sad but hopeful too. Beautifully written
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Thank you, Laurie!
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A bond that will never be broken is that between a mother and a son. I hope he returns one day to his loving mother. What a sad, yet hopeful, poem, Dora.
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Thank you so much, dear Lisa.
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You’re very welcome.
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