La belle dame

ruffling old pages.....

 

A black beauty is dancing

Amongst the cobalt tears…

Those tears demanding

Her affections so fierce…

 

Her wishes of quartz…

And dreams of aquamarine

Brighter than the stars

With their light pristine…

 

In her palace of moonshine

The beauty stays untouched

Because it’s hard to define

What have those tears washed…

 

Is it the light of the laughing stars?

Or the ashes of a dream…

Or maybe the invisible scars

Of a heartbreaking wince…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Vile]

A lovely, whimsical little write.
This gives the appearance of an elegant lady that I can't help but wonder about. You captured that almost peaceful dream state well. Very fluid and the word choice was well defined. Keep writing like this I may become a fan.

[Ana B.]

I'll keep that in mind, thank you a lot Vile :)

[Ashadan]

i like the flow of the poem and the message it brought to my mind.The poem ended very well
Is it the light of the laughing stars?
Or the ashes of a dream…
Or maybe the invisible scars
Of a heartbreaking wince…

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much :)

[Saddam]

It is so beautiful.
I tell you one secret, The John Keats La belle Dame Sans Mercy was my first poetry ever, which I was translated in Hindi.
This is so beautiful dear. and I like this stanza

Her wishes of quartz…
And dreams of aquamarine
Brighter than the stars
With their light pristine…

[Ana B.]

Thank you very very much my dear for the beautiful review :)

[Saddam]

You are most welcome dear....

[Jamestown]

Well written my friend!
This has fabulous wording and expression,
I really like the beautiful picture as well, thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Ana B.]

Thank you my good friend!