Of Angels and Mortals

 

Of Angels and Mortals

by alice oiseau

*

Candlelight hanging high,

Wax tears cascade,

There I lie,

Mourning the raid.

Of angels and mortals.

*

As my unconscious compass spins again,

An arrow of gold

Points in the same direction,

Yet accompanied with a new glow:

Yellow smoke fogs the glass pane window.

*

For how many times I have tried to push it out

of my mind when candlelight dwindles

and conscious awakens,

I know not.

*

'Tis nothing, I assured.

But no! forewarnings and foreshadows

I was cursed with.

*

And I let them slip from my grasp...

oh! how they slipped and how I let go...

With the most vile taste, I fell.

Guilt trodden on my soul.

*

Alas they come again.

Unconscious compass spins round and round,

An arrow of golden rust

Does not mislead,

And this time I shall pay heed.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Personally, of my writing, this is my second favorite.

Reviews

[Michael X]

Wow, stunning and well written, what strikes me most is the sincere depth, and passionate force behind the flow, giving your words a rolling motion, describing what it means to to ponder glimsing the unconsious
in consious thought within many ways, this line creates the ethereal moment. and the supporting thoughts
lend structure centers around the idea--Mourning the raid- Of angels and mortals-- Beautifully rendered

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I must say brilliant... a captivating read... I myself get the feel of Armageddon cause by humans from their selfish behavior... no matter the case I am in awe of this masterpiece.

[Cliff Rhodes]

..........beautiful...............

[Markymark]

Love this Alice. You've done it once again. My favorite line was "An arrow of golden rust
Does not mislead,
And this time I shall pay heed.

I have to decypher the symbology though....You're deep.

Later my friend.

markymark

[Jared Hughes]

Nice poem. I especially like your title for it...Of Angels and Mortals...it sounds like it could be a movie or something. Your line 'Tis nothing, I assured. But no! forewarnings and foreshadows I was cursed with" makes your poem sound old-fashioned which is cool.