Spenser Will Convince Her Poem by David Nelson Bradsher

My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How come it then that this her cold is so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I her entreat?

Edmund Spenser

Spenser Will Convince Her *

His door is closed, as is the Roman shade,
to cloak the composition of a note,
his first iambic verse since second grade,
when he, enraptured by a Spenser quote,
had stood before the classroom, cleared his throat,
and pledged his love to Miss Amelia May
in a revealing stanza that he wrote.
The girl had blushed, got up, and rushed away,
a muse he'd hidden from his writing…till today.

David Nelson Bradsher
01/14/08