Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Alas Fair Muse--By Yvonne Sparkes--England

Alas Fair Muse

Alas, fair Muse is filled with sadness,
Drowning in this life’s travails.
Though in her heart she’s filled with gladness
Hidden by a wintery veil.

When taste of sorrow cuts so deep,
A bleeding heart she tries to stave,
Her countenance of faith will keep
To rise above her earthly grave.

In rising, thus she breaks the mold,
Of pressures, sores and chains of yore,
As futures are so oft foretold,
Within the essence of the core.

To hold within the substance thus,
Where life cannot ingrain the grime,
There lives a part of will and trust,
To find such moments, and such time.

She rises like the ancient story,
From the ashes to the fight,
Finding her own place in glory
From the depths of darkest night.

Born on Feb. 27, 1940 in Barkingside, Essex, England, Yvonne Sparkes,  immigrated to New York in April, 1948 with her parents.  She now resides in Chelmsford, Essex and has two sons.  She has a book published by Cyberwit called Captured Images.  A writer for many years, Yvonne has been published in Israel, Germany, France, Australia, America, and Britain.  She has read her poetry in public at Church and Knockout Competitions. Her hobbies are travel, the arts, reading, hiking, taking her Scottish Terrier for walks, and spending time with family and friends.


  1. Oh my goodness I love this poem. I love the style, the rhythmic touch in it. I like the way you portray her fight and will to live to the fullest. Touching!

  2. Love the classical sentiment and rhythm of this. - Laura M Kaminski