These Bonds of Love
He’s the archetypical hero. She
always bound by chains only he can break.
It raises questions: Who bound her, what rake
or tyrant leaves a naked woman free
to run naked in chains? Why from the sea;
always an ocean journey, seaside jailbreak
as though one could find bound girls for the sake
of cruising any coast . . . and set them free!
Who builds these chains? Why is it we must bust
free always before first we find love? Who
makes these rules? Well, I won’t play! Will let rust
claim my armor and hear no call but to
cry aloud back that one must free from lust
one’s own heart. But then, I’ve found love that’s true . . .
David M Pitchford
30 May 2008
Filed under: Petrarchan Sonnet, Xenoneoclassicist Poetry, aging, call to arms, classic paintings, creative souls, ekphrasis, enlightenment, fantasy, morality tales, myth, nude, nudity, obsessions, poem, poems, poems about paintings, poetry, poetry revolution, self empowerment, sex, sonnet, wanton | Tagged: archetype, bondage, ekphrasis, ekphrastic sonnet, hero, love, Petrarchan Sonnet, poems about paintings, sonnet
Ah, a question about why the damsel in distress even exists. Interesting treatment of the subject. I like this poem.
-Nicole
Yes. I’ve been studying archetypes again. It is a very interesting study of causal chains. I mean, if there were no damsels to rescue, what would knights errant have to do? They would be computer geeks trying to cure the internet of malignant software? Oooohhh. Virtual knights errant . . .
Congratulations, by the way, on the publication of your response poem. Nice site. Thanks for pointing it out; it’s new to me.
David
No problem. And thank you.