A barren woman

Larkspurs long gone to bed,

all my flowers,my dear cold ones,

the perennials withered,scorched,scrunched

by the blazing yellow eye,

the mighty yellow eye

whom you called Isis,

but she isn't,she isn't,she isn't.

I see their fragile bones,

the assorted features

and their tiny pink bibs.

The jaundiced tulips,the pale pansies.

And deep down below,

beneath their sculptured balconies,

The denizens of our dark city

gather to rejoice

the arrival of Spring...

 

 

Reviews

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. spring is all in the mind, i think ... but this is brilliant poetry nonetheless ... you are amazingly gifted ...

[stellasautelle]

simply beautiful :) i loved it

thanks so much for the kind review on mine. x

[Narnie]

This is very beautiful. It spirals down and there is an upturn of hope at the end. May I offer you some advice? As beautiful as it is, I was once told to never put 'and' in a poem. I ignored that advice (haha) but it stuck with me and I now try to minimise them as much as possible. I think you are such a delicate writer that you are striving for those perfect words - as such, I hope you don't mind me passing on little bits of advice I myself have received along the way.

[Linear]

What a good descriptive poem of winters last and final chill, as spring steps in to lighten our load and brighten the longer days ahead. beautifully done

[abhas]

somehow... these words seem to be quite a stir... needling through... there's this overlapping sadness in the poem... and i fathom how...
but intrigues...
in the last three lines where one can find the clarity... excellent... so poetic!

[Jibey]

I thought at first we were in a morgue or a tomb for the images seemed to point to that, then as we travelled down the corpse, below the 'sculptured balconies' we reached the place of darkness - the place of moist warmth, of procreation, of renewal, of revived pleasures... the earth, the body... it is all one

Lovely thoughts, beautiful wordsmith

[Robin]

but she isn't,she isn't,she isn't , you know the pulse of poetry ...

[Emily B]

oh, spring, can't come quick enough!!!