A Pause Between

A poem written during the middle of writing a short story, which was a little unexpected.

 

Whence come these words?

From what whispering tongue?

Or what grey spider shining spun

These filaments, the ghosts of sound,

The snares by which a thought is bound

And pinned upon the bleach-boned sheet,

Its airy beauty made concrete?

 

I know not how they come to me--

Like leaves snatched from a gilded tree,

Or gemstones delved from hallowed grounds,

The bright sea where my reason drowns.

Is it I who seek, or they who find,

These words which whisper in my mind?

 

I do not understand this mystery--

How can these words belong to me?

 

 

 

Author's Note

I have posted this elsewhere with 'do' instead of 'can' in the last line. Which do you think is better?

Reviews

[Laureleaf]

This is lovely, and I can't believe that I haven't read it before. You have such a lovely gift for poetry. Like Uadanion said, the rhyme and meter are fantastic, and I absolutely loved the imagery (surprised? hehe). I especially like the second stanza. Gemstones delved from hallowed grounds...gorgeous.
Hmm. I think I prefer 'can' to 'do'. Seems to flow better, somehow, though I'm not sure why, given that they're both one syllable.
Lovely job!

[Bran the Broken]

Excellent! Rhyme, meter, the soft, delicate, fanciful imagery and wistful, wondering tone....beautiful, short, and so realistic despite its sense of the fantastic.