The Ivory Tower

 

 

 

 

Slick black vines
crest upon the lip
of the ivory tower
slithering in
from the lowest bottom
snakes with fangs
full of venom
drench papered roses
cracking foundation
with thorn and thistle
catching coloured fabrics
floating on a breeze

 
Raising arms
battlements steady
taut the archers string
await commandeer call
to clear-cut the subterfuge
laying waste at feet of soldiers

Reviews

[Androglossia]

The Ivory Tower, the howling forest, the sea of possibilities and the threatening force known as The Nothing. I remember all these. This is my childhood. The Neverending Story. I couldn't stop thinking of its possibility until Junior High. This poem reminded me of pure innocence.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

This had me immediately thinking of so many of the fabulous movies I used to watch as a child who would rather be immersed in fantasy than reality. Again, you transported me with this one...to a different world, and suddenly I have an urge to go and watch Lord of the Rings. lol Great work! Great imagery!

[Souladareatease]

Thank You Dear Friday:) the ivory tower is always sacred :) Thanks for coming by!!!

[Sami Khalil]

You had me from the title. So many of us , we try to build ivory towers in the air and even towers of babel to reach the heavens when it is within us too which is part of arrogance and hautiness which will crumble and fail eventually for it was not built on love...A powerful write...:)

[Souladareatease]

Thank You kind Sami-So pitch Perfect Sir!!!
Humbled Always!!!

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. Good to know. You are welcome...:)

[Oneword2say]

Woah. Very though provoking. Keep on writing, my friend!

[Souladareatease]

Thank You for coming by One Most appreciated!!!