Those Dreadful Demons
February 11, 2008 by Shirley Allard
Well guarded and hidden within the soul
Lies a room we all hide from ourselves
Dreaded demons defying our conscious control
Are sent there… to behave themselves.
But every now and then they dance
And fill the room with dust
Allowing the world a naked glance
at the artful side of us.
These demons plague even the purest of hearts
And conspire to inspire the most heavenly arts.
I’ve recently had to expand my room as I had reached the maximum occupancy as designated by the fire marshal. Due to the lack of purety in my heart the lack of heaven in my art.
I think my room is padded… in deference to anyone who might [[[shudder]]] wander too close. I should probably post warning signs.
Yeah, the real me kicks out the door every now and then and gets loose. That muse is like a vampire and sucks the joy right out of the air. Nice verse in the sonnet form and even better truisms. thanks - a fan
Don’t hit me, but my room is my sanctuary. I go in, knock things around a little, and come out better. I like my room.
I love the last two lines. They pull the first two stanzas together to form two sides of a coin.
It’s a wonderful image, but I’m certain that through a life of virtue and meditation I have banished all of my demons, thank you. No room at this In, dusty or otherwise.
Welcome back! Thanks, Keats. You’ll have to teach the rest of us how to do that. I confess, I didn’t know who you were.
I’d be happy to teach you how to banish all of your demons through virtue and meditation, but first I have this bridge I’d like to sell you.
Aha! I knew you were human! How’s that go..to have demons is human; to make them behave is divine…close enough!