Unveiling of the Turtle Dove

By Michael Ryan Pinnell

Thus be lowly, untimely and fashionably unknowing

I too declare the spirit of every man

Yet the remnants of beauty foreshadows

The mind and body of Adonis is briskly within

He is to hold your paled hand through the quagmire

Wade your grace across perilous winter rivers

And make satisfied every luxury of affection atoning the putrefying fire

With catering to chivalrous and sanguine opts

Awaits he, until proven more fast he is the suitor she will draw

Unsheathing his sword to bane the beguiling night

Then consummate he avows alike a giant gentle serpent

Entwining her as equal to the roots through the good earth

He feeds her abundance starved by the loft of Nod

As she opens with a heavenly voice, shun is so the mirth

United is the blood on the altar of sacrifice spilled

Only injustice is heard when each betrothed cannot go lower

Listen to hear promise, promise to hear listening

There is no vital escape ‘O deer faced maiden

You cannot harness the bit that masks time

Choose me as your gallant templar in errant

Never liken to roam lest rest in a solitary tomb in abide

‘Tis my honor to go learning

Vibrating among her evolution’s yielding

All maidens of moonbeams surely behold this bequest

It is concealed and awaiting its day of wooded mellowing

Slain by motionless and soulful serenity

The suitor is taken further the gate of her eyes

Perched on her dove feather he is immerged deftly in her affinity

Cherished you will always be, is not life the honorable?

Well-nigh is dusk my venerable nymph, a well meant sorrow

The stars we receive illuminate a trinity birthing true our passion

Let not go the forlorn, for many beset will be

Charge your feign Adonis and too soon swoon

Wield your chariot and cast your shadow in the water he gazes

For all his liking, is sided with the unveiled portion of the moon