A hushed prayer escapes
into the surrounding dawn
reminiscent not of a whisper
but of the remains of silently mouthed
dreams
Fragile glittering fairy children
climb out of transparent
milky blue skin slathered in
expectations and pretention
leaving only the softly jangling
bones of a hummingbird
They cast their damaged hearts
into swirls of sea foam
breathing hymnals of infinite
love and fear
Saving grace... kind of reminds me of oriental paintings of god-children in gardens and rivers of milk. The forerunners of Romanticism would be all over this! (and a certain Psalmist would be taking up his harp). Because of the imagery and structure (and title), I think it dispels religous divide. Life is a miracle, enduring through both the birth of creation and its decay. A work of art as always:))
such a great piece of writing......the use of great diction and imagery just cast a spell on the readers.....it has got the religious elements in it which makes it more lively...the theme is just so pure.great work!!!!!!!!!Hats off to you!!!!!!!!!
Stanza two hits so close to home that I want to hurl myself on a psalm and pray for Vlad to impale me with the spiked bones of this hummingbird that I wear at my neck, reminding me of the heavy price to be paid for daring to give hope to dreams.
Love it, its so dark and beautiful. Just a thought, when I write about faries I usally spell it "Faery or Faeries" because it seems older and more magical. Just a personal preference, not telling you that you should write it in anyway other than your own.