In the court of miracles where the blind can see
and gypsys dance with witches glee
for all to watch,to ask,whom is she?
Where poets recite for all whom listen
and Esmeralda's waters glisten
as the peasants now in awe,no longer hiss'n.
Over the court of miracles where the most grotesque
are crowned King Of Fools
Quasi stands triumphant,high upon his glaring stone ghouls.
Begging the question.
Why was I not made of stone like thee?
Written by;W.J.Gerhardt🕊
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Author:
W.J.G.🕊 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The inspiration for this came to me after watching the 1939 version of The Hunchback of Notre Dame
- Category: Fantasy
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In the heart of every poet is the magic of dance where pained expression is paired with exquisite beauty and the movement which follows is their flowing poetry at its finest.
This is the finest i have seen of your poetry. Its exquisite in itself.
To my eyes this is a new style of poetry for you which, in my opinion, you should explore more often.
Goes into my favourites
Interesting writing , fallen Angel . I do like this . It seems different to some of the other poems that I have read from you . I agree with dusk ) maybe you should write more like this !
Hello fallen Angel … Thankyou so much for your kind and caring words . I’m a bit tired in myself today , to be honest . I hope you have a good Christmas too .
Yes , inspired by a movie so I can completely see why it would be different to your other writes
But maybe you could do this more often
I’ve read some of your other poems .
I wrote a poem inspired by my fair lady and Audrey Hepburn and I liked writing a poem around it
Maybe you could take a look and let me know what you think ?
Story brought to life with your words. Beautiful.
Merry Christmas.
If Quasi was around today, would he be a protected species.?
Beautiful imagery
And good correlation
Another one added to memories of fantasy
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