Feathered wings of fallen hope
She clutches to her breast
The promise of a love returned
Velvet petals pressed
The moon is sighing wearily
And dances 'cross the sky
To see a maiden's tearful plea
To hear a spirit's cry
The magicks of the ancients old
May heal the broken dream
Yet only she shall hold the key
To mend the bloody stream
To sanctify the shattered soul
Powers lie beneath her chest
And feathered wings of fallen hope
She clutches to her breast
Author notes
I do believe in the unknown... Blessed Be!
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt - Witchcraft theme... by Passionate Phoenix.
550 points, ended December 2, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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very nice - beautiful imagery and loved reading it. good luck and thanks for entering! xxx
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Beautiful my dear...spoken from a tender and wise heart. May healing flow through you.
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I thank you, dearest!
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Wow, that's all I have to say, I loved the detail, "to sanctify the shattered soul" it just rolls off the tounge, a very magical write, I belive you should have a good chance of winning that contest you entered this vivid poem in.
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Thanks! :-) I do hope so. Be blessed.
S
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