Dove

Joakim Bergen

Upon a spear of love

Impaled lay a lovely dove.

Crimson stained her feather coat

And she cries a lonely song:

 

“Love is a traitor,

Its kiss a ploy.

Coiling like serpent

Around its prey;

It withers flowers

And nibs at hearts,

With a poison sting

It leaves its mark.”

 

I pity thee, gentle dove,

And thy heart so frail

That on ground doth lay,

Bleeding love,

As thy life flies away...

  • Author: Joakim Bergen (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 26th, 2022 08:28
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Eugene S.
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  • Eugene S.

    Love the imagery and the allusion. The sprinkling of Olde English makes it so much more endearing.

    • Joakim Bergen

      Thank you very much for your kind words!



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