my rosy-fingered dawn.

*Happy Pride, fam.

They said the bells would ring one day;

Crisp, thy morning spring.

Frost and bees with honey cream,

Such did the new year bring.

Don’t forget your Bonny coat,

For life won’t stop and wait.

The Sunrise brings such freshly tides,

For those who mind her gait.

Catch your breath and glimpse the Moon

Her shattered gaze in snakes.

Or is it but a Rabbit’s stew

Goat cheese, fine herbs, and Yeats?

A glass of wine, don’t look away

Tho desperate thirst abates.

For in thy deepest shallows loud,

All bleating lambs, we wake.

Forever shrewd, but feeling-full,

We stumble, then we fall,

But never doubt, just look about,

We’re here, It’s us, Stand tall!

For though they may have teased you so,

the better part is out.

And when you find that voice within,

Just fumble it about!

But never fear in being Queer,

And lying is no fun,

At least not when the rest of them,

They drop the ball and run!

So find your strength, your inner saint,

and teach that nun ’bout love,

For when we meet again each day,

Our song will rise above!

(They said the bells would ring one day.

You hear them now; don’t wait!

You’ve got a life to live ahead,

a free one, too, Be Great!)

Remember still, that in the end,

life's principles abide.

Have some fun, and come undone,

Then snuggle back inside.

Remember still, your Rite of Spring,

Forever free inside.

Share it, let your insight ring,

And fill the Streets with Pride!

Are rewarded here with Pride!

This is a coming out poem I wrote this morning in reflection all these years later of coming out when I was 19. I hope it rings true!

@gTronnArts

http://thewinedarkseawithin.me/home

One thought on “my rosy-fingered dawn.”

  1. Reblogged this on The wine dark sea within me. ~@gTronnArts and commented:

    I made considerable updates and extended this poem. I kind of liked it better in its shorter form… it packed more punch, but I couldn’t help but publish this version as I began to realize it was dealing with issues around the coming out process… at least my experience of it 23 years ago! ❤

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