She is umber robe in sable throw,
shadow swathed in glow,
an angel to turn day under
...But I barely know her,
for my hearth grows cold
within sunlit arms
where gold halo surrounds
pale skin and frail bone
...refusing to let go.
She enters, cape encircling;
a melanic miracle
that stills my shivering soul
...In breaths of deeper hues,
day becomes chattel
and eve breaks the manacles
enslaving my blaze.
Author notes
Prompt: "Love is friendship set on fire." ~Jeremy Irons
and image provided.
*melanic: deepest black
**chattel: slave
***Ursula: A beautiful North American butterfly with wings
that are nearly black with red and blue spots and blotches.
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Oh oh! What spectacular word choice! The imagery is wonderful, and the way you worded this piece is so rich. I like it that the stanzas are varied in length, but it "seems" as if there is sort of a pattern, even though there isn't, right? This is a refreshing read for me, and I wish I could read poetry like this more often!
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You honor me by noticing the subtle pattern in
my verse. Even free-verse should have a certain
rhythm and I try to imbue my poetry with beat.
I think the richness comes from the use of colour.
I love to challenge myself by giving hues meaning
outside of shades. This is truly a comment to appreciate
as it offers much encouragement and shows me a reader
that was able to immerse in my words. Thank-you, Blue
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Absolutely beautiful!
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Thank-you! My muse doesn't turn sensual very often
so it is a wonderful feeling to see the effort appreciated.
Blue
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Wonderful images. Your poem is words set on fire. Well done.
Garrison
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I love your wording and how you've put it together so nicely..this is indeed a breathe taking one
Keep penning!!!
Lieu
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very nice poem. glad to be associated with you in this contest.
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This is gorgeous!
SUch metaphor and imagery to create beauty to sigh to...
TY for entering such a magical piece
Lynda
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