I saw angels draped in the innocence of white
with flowers of forgiveness wrapped in their hair,
and bandages of self loathing glowing gently
against the crimson smiles that decorated their wrists.
They bathed in their own unforgiving doubts
scrubbing at their skin till it was the fresh pink of new life,
and still they could not see the door that lay before them
the key to their ascension nothing more than letting go.
I looked into their cold dead eyes, hoping for a spark of light
and instead found my own reflection there,
and through the miasma of their memories I realized
I had some of my own forgiving yet to do.
Author notes
miasma: a dangerous, foreboding, or deathlike influence or atmosphere.
picture credit:http://princess-of-shadows.deviantart.com/art/snow-white-queen-42068902
A contest entry
- Prompt: Bandaged Wrists by Manda Kathryn.
400 points, ended November 14, 17 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is absolutely exquisite! Awesome diction, fantastic imagery and powerful thoughts here.
Definitely deserved silver or better! Fit the picture wonderfully. I really love the realization you come to at the end - how you find it within yourself as well. Incredible.
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Thank you Auburn
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Thank You for Your Entry ~
Fantastic;
I am awed by this and I learnt a new word
'miasma' - what a word; this poem is short
but damn it packs a lot within it
best of luck
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wow Thanks Manda!
I learned miasma in vampire books, lol. I have a head full of words and I never know when one will dig out of the bunch and stick. Thanks for the silver big time, and for the contest, I loved the prompt picture. I saw a few different poems in it.
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