The Mad Moonlight of Spring.

I was prince of secrets and knew all but my own. It was the roots of many a thorny heart, the morrow

that spells the turning of the morn. Through winter’s vow of hammer and flame, I ventured forth

in my private light, and honoured my stars before the mad moonlight of spring. I hear

the roaring sea and spurn of morning praise. It was not by luck, that I swung my tongue to the bend of the seashores knell, where virgins rest and count their blessings. Yet, though they be struck

by flesh and bone, they wrap themselves in robe and star and wandered

bare among rack of lamb. I, shapeless in the swoon of day, fall like a

dove towards the slant of a prayer and ring true the pyre of some strange

summer. The bodies slumber in their hives, spitting froth and sand between

the two eyes of some holy face.

Behind the frost of heartless words, where worm of man breaks his silence, the twine of love assumes its shape.

The salt of my heart powders the sway of the wind. Lulling the dust to dance, like the white of satin. Such is the sighing that I forget to butter my bread! Is it possible all that remains of earth are the arrows of innocence and the blood of dreams? I want to sleep in the bosom of my love, on a beach where the sand is warm and death is an echo. The still water is fine and the rub of the tide tickles my feet.

And when night comes, I shall be elsewhere, like the bones of a butterfly.

Reviews

[Just Kim]

amazing imagery and detail, i love this write

[light and ashes]

Oh my God, this is so gorgeous. The best of poetry is right here in this write.

[Haley]

Great imagery and such romanticism, good job!

[Stella Armour]

"Behind the frost of heartless words, where worm of man breaks his silence, the twine of love assumes its shape." Very much like the image these words create Danny ...

[Audie G. Couch]

Bravo! Your very talented Danny. This is an excellent poem.
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[Lydia Shutter]

"Lulling the dust to dance" there is elegant imagery in this line. The wind, the ocean, the sea air....all of it is intoxicating. Lots of romance between the lines. Beautifully written. Lydi**

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A nice poem with some great imagery and dream like feel. I especially like the line ' the salt of my heart Powder'. Nice read