The night fills with stars,
Secret, forbidden magic
Distilled and given form.
No one breaks me like you.
Mend me with fire and give me the cure -
You want what you cannot name.
Dark, precious blood stirring mad memories,
Painting the earth and sky.
I am dreaming of altars and stone,
A temple of ancient gods -
The old worship filled with life and venom,
Words slipping into prayer.
Tasting poison, we set our feet upon the earth.
The line is crossed,
And Grace carves its place among kings.
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Author:
CindyB (
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GOOD AFTERNOON CINDY ~ A belated welcome from US to MPS ! Angela is my Fiancee (currently in New Zealand) I am in South UK. I (BRIAN) apologise that you have not received more comments ! MPS functions by reading & commenting on each others Poems ! I like your poems and they are rather MYSTICAL !
SRTUCTURE: 15 Lines of continuous Free Verse throbbing with Rhythm and intriguing to recite ! It divides (by content & punctuation) into three Quatrains & a Triplet !
SUBJECT : Lines 1 - 4 ~ A starry starry night and an admission that you can be *broken* ! Lines 5 - 8 ~ A desire to be cured ~ but at what price ? Lines 9 - 12 Our Dreams take us back to Fantasy ~ We wake in reality ? Lines 13 - 15 ~ Scared ? We come down to Earth ~ cross the line and GRACE is exalted !
I apoligise for the paucity of my analysis ~ BUT if you like it I will look at more !
PEACE & GRACE
Yours ANGELA & BRIAN 🧡🧡
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