Wounds Unseen (for Ruth)
by Jennifer Tifft, Custodian in Residence of Qui-Gon's
Library of Poetry
Summary: Grief abides. Shakespearian sonnet.
Pairing: Q/O
Rating: PG
Archive: Master_Apprentice, JAOA (if Black Rose wants it)
Spoilers: None
Category: Poetry
Warning: Angst, maybe even a hanky warning.
Note: The original image was inspired by the picture of Qui-Gon
given in the first two Jedi Apprentice books, but the poem was
driven to completion by Ruth's 'Long Time Coming', and thus is
dedicated to her. (Pin the pain to music and sing it to the
stones -- I hope this helps.)
Feedback: Please do! To: jgtifft@sybase.com
Disclaimers: All things TPM belong to George Lucas. This poem
belongs to me, but I'm not making any money off it. (c) 8
September 1999
Wounds Unseen
(for Ruth)
The wounded spirit bleeds an ichor pale
A silent seepage, staining all within
With salt and desolation; heart a grail
Of rare and precious drops that but begin
To catch, collect, and then spill forth again;
No sense or sight or sound that does not test
The soul's too-brittle gates, the heart that fain
Would drown or freeze or burn, but finds no rest.
No chemic art may stay or staunch that flow,
No stone or charm or herb of virtue seal
What Love alone may touch; or effort slow
What Time will ease a little, but not heal:
O Grief may rage, deny, demand and plead
And to acceptance come, and yet still bleed.
Sept 8, 1999
Jennifer Tifft
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