he placed placibo orchids
among each fleeting string
proclaiming copper red tones
reminded him
of
a dawn quenched
in poppy fields
each candle cadence
grew into alabaster
portals and portraits
hiding in Victorian crinoline
I become seamstress
meandering each culprit
his dried eyes
and the ears of Ariel
fluttering
were I to hide
in mauve sea weed dresses
a salving opus
externally internally we dive
and the waters are wise
Ariel chases fireflies
yond mother hills
at pre dawn
we found
what night exchanged
with the dew
ask me of sun
when death
is laying on the waters
and the waters
are wild
my love
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Each stanza a bite of mystery, each poetic line a clue. Here lies a tapestry woven. Very nice
Thank you Soren for sharing your reflections!
An enjoyable read for me, because I have to think a bit more about the understanding of the write, nicely crafted and written
Thank you for your words on this poem, I appreciate these!
You are very welcome
So truly stunning, I chose to read this because of your wonderful title, artisan, a thing that is slowly dieing in our world, a passion and knowledge to make something is a true gift, I know because I live in Florence so I see from handbags to paintings. Yours is certainly a tapestry woven and a truly lovely piece of emotion too. 🌹
Hello Teddy and welcome to my pages here. Nice to meet you and Lovely to read your words. Indeed so this is also about how passion and knowledge can be preserved though art and therefor passed on. So nice to know you live in Florence. Italy sure has much hidden and not so hidden beauty. Have a nice day
greetings and blessings
M
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