Friday is my 1 year blogiversary. I’ve been blogging, at least twice a week-sometimes more- about Richard Armitage, for a whole year. Wow. That needs to sink in. In thinking about the past year, how I discovered Richard and why I started this blog, etc. I became a bit nostalgic and my heart came pouring out of the pen, without any permission from me! So unruly sometimes, those thoughts and feelings. They wrote a poem.
I wrote a poem about Richard Armitage.
I think it’s safe to say that I’m in this thing at a level I’ve never been before.
(dedicated to Richard Armitage)
The charisma, I expected
that certain kind of grace
The way an actor mystifies
using body and the face;
I did not expect the rapture
or how I’d be consumed
By those soulful, searing, searching eyes
when they found me in that room;
The secrets they kept hidden
haunted me for days
What other tales and narratives
could this raconteur convey?
Soon I found a treasure trove,
Villains, Spies, and Outcasts
awaiting at my door;
His eyes, they weaved such mystery
that voice, how it emotes!
Even the limbs drew me in
and his heart, it does devote;
The discovery was unexpected,
a fortuitous happenstance
But the symphonies he frees in me
will always find a dance.
Eeek! I’m going to run away now…