Haven

My bedroom. :)

Sweet notes of tinkling silver

sing beyond the window,

orderless, crystal beacons.

The faded golden-silver dusk

glints off shining wind chimes

as they sway softly

in the breeze of coming night.

 

The shadows of reality are cast away

by the flickering incense on the desk.

Exotic aromas waft through the room

as swirling ribbons of grey smoke

twist and stream upward.

 

Three candles, pure white,

sit, dripping their melting wax

onto a flat, smooth riverstone.

Warm waves of comforting light

cast enchanting shadows through the room.

 

Stones every shape and size

sit along the windowsill,

on the desk, above the bed,

and anywhere there is space.

Some are but grey and white rocks

collected from the waters of the sea,

but others sparkle with their own Fire,

translucent and shining with colors.

 

Two staffs of strong wood lean in the corner,

contrastingly dark and light.

One is gnarled driftwood shaft,

twisting, pale, and beautiful.

Another is from the heart of the mountains,

burned to a smoky black,

runes carved roughly up and down.

 

Among the sparkling gems

and scrawled papers of the desk,

various jars, plates, and bowls

hold symbols of the high world:

 

Incense for Air.

A bowl of Water.

A plate of sandy Earth.

Candles to hold Fire.

 

The room holds all within,

intertwining the arcane and regular

in a sacred place of magic and inspiration.

Here reside my thoughts and dreams

among candles, crystals, sand, and chimes.

Author's Note

As always, feel free to critique.

Reviews

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Beautifully executed. I love your room! Great stuff resides there - it sounds like a place of solace and harmony. I, too, wrote about my room in 'Boudoir on Display'. We spend so much time there it only seems natural to place them into words. Lovely descriptions. What a nice home you have.
Light,
Siddartha

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Sounds like you have a beautiful room. A wonderfully written poem. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Very beautiful! The ending completes the scene in my mind.

The room holds all within,

intertwining the arcane and regular

in a sacred place of magic and inspiration.

Here reside my thoughts and dreams

among candles, crystals, sand, and chimes.

[Phoenix Alleena]

Awesome. Pure amazing,
To see the ritual / holiday / spell / prayer
played out as a scene in a movie.

It's amazing :3 You did wonderful.

Only thing, plural of Staff is Staves,
The way Staffs sounds when spoken interupts the
flow of poetry.

But all aside...wonderful work!

[Michael X]

Wow, justin, this is expressed with upmost care in detail and passionate creativity,
the imagery really takes the reader to another place in time, a place of solice
and wonders, where the heart feels at home, brilliantly written in full color,
there are many aspects to this poem in which to ponder, with metaphor in balance

[Wildfleour]

Lovely, Justin.

My only critique - I think the word "stench" is too harsh for this poem.