I Embrace

Author's Note

Wisteria and morning glory
embrace your crypt

I—imprisoned by my grief—lie prone
before your marble castle of death

With your passing—the sun fell
taking all color and warmth
and I—now cold gray twilight
a shade haunting a realm
once familiar—now foreign
lost in the absence of you

Wisteria and morning glory
embrace your crypt

with my tears—watered
with my blood—fed
with my soul—infused
these glorious vines become me
and I embrace your crypt

Reviews

[L.Edward]

Captivating. That would make for a great picture. It has the feeling of one of those classic romantic celtic paintings, except with a more gothic overtone.

[Mother Maggie]

Celtic fits...I am Irish. You've inspired me to take pen in hand and sketch the image that this poem invokes and to further take up my brush and paint the image---mostly shades of somber grays and browns with a hint of color for the leaves and blossums and small riverlets of crimson around the roots (with my blood fed...)

[L.Edward]

Oh wow really! That sounds amazing. Cant wait to see it!