My lady poetry

At loggerheads, are we

Adrift the dark waters of the poetry

Where there is no rhyme nor reason

For either of us to argue, yet don't we

Like two rabid lovers of a single mistress

Who has to frown at every phrase

You tend to her better, you tend to her sweet

While I only run a spike through her sprouting glee

Maybe I will learn to toe the line

Maybe she will let me drown in her vines

Or I shall be cast away by her gentle hand

But even at that I shall pen rubbish poetry.

Analysis of "My Lady Poetry" by Claude

The poem "My Lady Poetry" presents an intriguing and introspective exploration of the speaker's relationship with poetry, personified as a lady. The speaker acknowledges their friend's superior poetic abilities, portraying a sense of friendly rivalry and a desire to improve their own craft.

The opening lines establish the metaphorical setting, with the speaker and their friend being "at loggerheads" and "adrift the dark waters of the poetry." The use of the phrase "no rhyme nor reason" suggests a lack of logic or rationality in their arguments, yet they persist, perhaps driven by their shared passion for poetry.

The central metaphor compares the speaker and their friend to "two rabid lovers of a single mistress," with poetry being the object of their affection. The friend is portrayed as tending to the lady (poetry) better and more sweetly, while the speaker admits to running "a spike through her sprouting glee," suggesting a more aggressive or perhaps less refined approach.

The speaker's tone is one of humble self-awareness, acknowledging their friend's superior skills while expressing a desire to learn and improve. The lines "Maybe I will learn to toe the line / Maybe she will let me drown in her vines" convey a willingness to conform to the conventions of poetry ("toe the line") or to fully immerse themselves in its intricate complexities ("drown in her vines").

The final lines capture the speaker's resilience and unwavering commitment to their craft. Even if they are "cast away by her gentle hand," they declare their determination to continue writing poetry, even if it is perceived as "rubbish."

Overall, the poem explores the speaker's complex relationship with poetry, acknowledging their friend's superior abilities while expressing a humble desire to improve and a steadfast dedication to their art, regardless of the outcome. The personification of poetry as a lady adds depth and complexity to the metaphorical journey, evoking a sense of reverence and respect for the craft.