The Company of Angels
In the company of angels
He stands proud
And yes
Despite those broken wings
Unfolding
She say’s her prayers
For him out loud
Whilst elsewhere
In the distant distance
White willows weep
Their silver tears
Pon scented and oh so very
Thirsty earth and true
Twas no coincidence
They burn their sage and
Incense sticks
In the cool shadows
Of an ancient yew
At least one full hour
Before the sun bit hardest
A futile attempt maybe
To deny the reaper
Another soul for his
Dark harvest
Bitter salicylate released
And spread upon
So many different levels
Of course upon the wetlands too
Green spears prolific
For there it was on
Bended knees
She said her prayers for him
Out loud
And oh so very very true….
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: for a friend..
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Ditto Diamond's comments - I will also reread.
please, feel free & much appreciated too... Neville
A fine write Neville.
why thank you orchidee.. Seasonal Greetings and All Good Things to you and yours..
Kind of other worldly. Dreamy. I like it. It's well put together
thank you kindly my friend...
This paints a picture in my mind of a man in a tight spot, perhaps fighting in a war or a battle of self reflection, being prayed for by an angel that happens to be someone he knows. Also, there seems to be a dark coven that is conducting some kind of ritual. I am confusion, America explain.
Oh well, don't mind me. Just trying to understand it.
I like it to say the least.
I like your honesty and am grateful for your time and consideration of these words.. if you are happy with your interpretation, then so am I.. all good things to you sir... Neville
Wonderful write leaving me lost in your world of words.
what an absolutely delightful thing to say.. thank you so much.. Neville
First time of viewing this piece of work Nev. Scene set at attempts to deny the Reaper his quota of souls by salacine burning and prayers etc.- - futile maybe but how bent those knees of love pleading for the one with broken wings. Your friend must have cherished this spiritual tribute.
Thank you Fay many thanks indeed and a much appreciated visit ..... Neville
My pleasure I assure you - - your work is so varied in subject and form - talented guy you are mon ami.
you really are far too kind my friend.... N
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