The Tower

 

 

 

Reaping tower lay dormant in ageing wind,

History locked in trampled stone,

Earth pulls at its foundations,

Willing in not so high,

Pleading for bleeding rock to fall for a six-feet tomb,

All beauty must some day seek a grave,

And now without treasure the tower faces gloom,

No needle for that botox resurrection,

Just vacant room, blackening and sick,

It’s story lost in the time the tower once tolled.

 

Reviews

[J.K. (Not Rowling)]

Stark images running rampant throughout, evoking desolation, haunted houses, cold catacombs. Eerie. But very, very good. Your images never fail to impress. There are a couple minor technical items: Line 1, "ageing" should be aging. Line 10, "It's story lost" should be "Its story" There are a couple other items that I'm not sure if they were deliberate choices or not: Line 4, "Willing in not so high" did you mean "Willing it"? Line 5, "...for a six-feet tomb," did you mean six-foot tomb? I know I'm being incredibly picky, but I find that minor errors can distract a person from truly appreciating the excellence in the body of the writing. Wonderful poem, though. Keep writing :)