Guinivere and Lancelot; but: Guinivere and Lancelot; but weren't they adulterers, and came to a bad end? I understand that the rhyme scheme required the use of the names, in order to rhyme the fifth and sixth lines---but could this possibly cast a shadow over a happy poem?
Bladder full of blood: Don't mind me, better that you do, I'm simply pinning this page, for the best vampire poem I ever experienced! And that's putting my pride aside, because it reminded me of a masculine twist to this-perhaps with my tale "Cardamax"
thanks for dropping by. I: thanks for dropping by. I have many variations of breakfast of champions and lunch for a king. I have way too much time on my hands.
The poem may feel to you like: The poem may feel to you like it was a bit forced, but this is only one of the falsifications of the writer's block you have experienced. To me (admittedly an old man, but I have been reading poetry since the spring of 1973), the poem flows quite well, without any evidence of being forced, and it describes what is, unfortunately, too universal an experience. I went through something like this way back when my life was at its lowest ebb in 1981. I thought I would never escape it, but, paraodoxically, the feeling of never escaping is just a distraction while time, passing, effects the escape. (I recommend Mary Shelley's Introduction to the 1831 edition of her novel, Frankenstein, for her description of the enormous frustration of writer's block.) That you have written this successful and eloquent poem suggests, to me, that the writer's block is beginning, like an untimely fog, to dissipate from you.