With every feather he peels
The soft strands of colours lay to the side
Like fragile infants they sleep in its comfort
A burning warmth suffers like a young mother
Peeled away from its children it is left bare
Red and rich, fibres of a martyr’s love pound
Through and through it is full and small
In the palm of his hand it fits into my gaze
I beg him to stop as he makes my heart his
And the Phoenix shivers, eyes closed
Execution will come soon
And I am not ready to die again
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Author:
Paloma (Pseudonym) (
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WELCOME PALOMITA (Little Dove or Popcorn ?) : Thanks for your first Poem ! Elegant in meter & message ! 12 balanced free verse lines !
In my experience the effect of Love : is indeed like a Pheonix : warm & overpowering ! Love does expose us and leaves us barren. Begging Love to stop has no effect because Pheonix persists until his job is done and we are consumed. I share this site wit Brian my Fiancee and in essence we are mutually consumed by Love !
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Blessings & Peace
ANGELA 🧡
Free verse is the best!
Nice read, and welcome to the site!
Hope to see you around.
Welcome indeed with this stunning free-verse piece of fine poetry .Some fantastic use of metaphor here.
Very good emotive write.
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