Have you met "Ken Craven"? Please, your thoughts on this sad fellow are appreciated.

Question

There was suggested in those knotted arms

And echoing through harrowed, downturned eyes

The sense of chance as risk to amortize

And pacify through curious countercharms.

So in the borough all would come and pass,

And when Dame Fortune dared to speak his name

The wounded one would silently disclaim

All privilege, and turn his hourglass.

Then finally, when all his sands had run,

The Lady spoke no more and he, bereft,

Would ruminate about his chosen curse,

Enwreathing in sardonic benison

The resting place of one who'd grown too deft

And so was left to pluck a fruit far worse.

Answer 1

'tis said, it is a very skillfully crafted sonnet that somehow reminded me of shelley's Ozymandias, I don't know why. I agree with Cynthia, there is much to ponder about in this poem, and as usual, it taught me a lot of new vocabulary. I never get tired of your poems, and visit your profile page here and then to read them again. Please write more of this.

Thank you very much,

With best wishes,

Rid

Answer 2

Dame Fortune's gifts and namings

should never be denied

tis hot to sit under a bushel

with the light you try to hide.

much to ponder in this beautifully written work,  Thanks.