A Scribe of time

observation towers purposed beings

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

gliding amongst these leaves 

under sweet Linden tree

we pat path and pact as Luna

greets us waxen  smile

carry column sentry eyes

 

Afar thy cry, in the set but

stirring sun, aye the Hero

Leander left us bereft, cold shivering

chill,that which no air astir

save ill terse, smoothed in jagged glass     

curved upon curse, tear away

stave stake and save, lay evening

to the morrow, with eaves

that drip dew upon the grass

whilst honey pours thick

from glass, this entrust made

thine hand bled true blue

 

Persephone sings saffron seeds

to wake in blaze, sauntering

lays upon beads braided, papered

scribe to  life, hand in time

tattooed elegance, saccharine sublime 

 

  

 

 

Author's Note

in the key of A

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

This was sublime indeed. I love the "sound" of this piece. There is something very classical about this write...reminds me of Keats a little bit in the tremor of beauty and soulful interpretation. Beautiful imagery and flow, with a strange quality that I can't quite pinpoint, but love none the less. Well done.

[Souladareatease]

Funny You say Keats...odd actually...I was listening to a song that references Keats , Yeats and Wilde in it :) Thank You That's Cause You pen in Sun:)

[The Creation]

i felt so serene while reading this. once again your writing has moved me great job!

[Souladareatease]

Always humbled By Your kind words Creation, always a Pleasure to see You!!!