Today’s raw National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) poem is modelled on Robert Frost’s ‘Stopping by woods on a snowy evening’, which ends with the enigmatic lines ‘…And miles to go before I sleep / And miles to go before I sleep.’
I’ve used the same rhyming scheme and the same number of verses.
Let me know what you think in the comments box.
Stopping in a Garden on a Thursday evening
This Garden, oh Gethsemane,
My Father knows I want to flee
But faith this paltry life transcends:
My duty to help mankind see.
I spent the evening with my friends
Broke bread, shared wine, now evening ends
My Father’s wish I can’t delay
On me his winning plan depends.
But Judas, you will me betray.
And Peter, by the breaking day
You’ll shake your head three times, deny,
Then cock will crow, to your dismay.
And even yet, I wonder why…
My friends, I bid you warm goodbye
Not long to go before I die
Not long to go before I die.
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