Stones surround my castle wall,there my feral journey ends
Home imagined, home revealed, home-- I am enthralled
For the rocks cast down from the heights
Cast by well meant friends, covers up the welcome light
I must pose defense
Bashed to gravel, mossy maids, no longer there, sweetly dance
Sin imagined, sin revealed, sin--for which I've paid
For flowers strewn across a grave
Words tossed as a lance, pours the pain they wish to save
My soul unchaste
Velvet mosses, rusting keys, cryptic message brooks delay
life revealed, life imagined, life--I no more please
For weeds blackened, I cannot abide,
Lain on heaps of blown hay, weeping still, it must subside
Falls the obeyed
Depth dug in forgiven stench, rotting chains, gauzy lashed
Love imagined, love revealed, love--a man for wench
For opened cross lain gathers grim rust
Where rain cleanly splashed, boxes bound, tightly trussed
Soul's delight blushed
Author notes
Emily rarely spoke her faith but like her humor it was wrapped in subtext.
A contest entry
- the door of my soul... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended November 1, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Find the oddest of rhyme schemes in Ms. Dickinson
Comments
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Humm..well I can see your soul's quest and its achievement worded here with the great intensity and depth of it as well..love it..well done..

