Weary with Rome's administrative law,
he recollects, now, what he once forgot
(but stored in sheltered cellars of his mind):
his once, and chaste, beloved's shy, bare feet.
He thinks of her, shoeless, and that first awe
(long lost amid Rome's justice and its lot
of work) rises again, now unconfined,
to rouse his faith and make his verse complete.
From Heaven's site, she witnesses that he
has brought her presence to his poetry.
Unshod, demure, cast in the choicest role,
she frolics in the pageant of his soul.
Her memory inspires his heart, brim-full,
to sing the praise of Christianity.
First, Prudentius was given a
First, Prudentius was given a name, then a life, then relationship... a good step to introduce us to Psychomachia and Peristephanon. Perhaps, she too shall be given a name, or should be. Thanks for having shared in 2001 & 2019.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
Please . . . please . . .
Please . . . please . . . forgive my discourteous failure to reply and acknowledge this comment. It was an oversight on my part, horribly embarrassing, but not intended to be disrespectful. I am so sorry, and I will try to be more careful going forward.
And I certainly like your suggestion about identifying the great Poet's beloved; I will certainly mull that over.
Starward