Poetry from the reject pile, “Some Secret Sadness”

Some Secret Sadness

Oh sweet woman
what has startled you?
(you flew away)
(you flew away)

Can’t hear the melody we wrote
with feathers and guitar,
that quiver in your lips
was an arrow in my heart

Oh ardent love
has the fire gone out?
You’ve disappeared
like a starling whose gotten singed

I’ve got the tone to atone for things
and you’ve left your G string here alone

Oh sweet woman
what has startled you?
You left your Champagne unbubbled
in an effervescent huff

Can’t hear our true melody
if you won’t be a flock of two

—Douglas Gilbert

Books by Douglas Gilbert