Her smile can soothe the woes of loss,
her song’s for those who mourn.
Her pleas can ease the pining souls
to cheer a brighter morn.
And he, poor boy, so pale and cold,
she coiled his mortal strings.
And tucked him in the loving airs
of hymns on pearly wings.
To soar the heights, the evermore,
beyond the human call.
With love’s embrace to keep him safe
for fear the lad might fall.
She skimmed the mists of sacred verse
then folded to alight
with flocks of pearly songstresses
gathering into light.
The frightened boy, she held to breast
and mothered him in grace.
She joined her hands as if to pray
and cupped his smiling face.
Waisted not the boy, his joy
and taught himself to fly.
With songs to sing on pearly wings
as angels do, on high.
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Tony Grannell (
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Truly poetic Tony in what feels like a most classical form. I loved the rhyme and meter as it flowed so nicely. The poem at first seemed to speak of an angel then a mother at first that he had died and was taken up then that he learned to live a noble life. The ambiguity makes it all the better. Another fave Tony
Hello Soren,
'To live a noble life', the truth be known, I never saw that. What the reader beholds; the wonders of poetry and the myriad of interpretations found therein. As always, very kind of you to drop by with your lovely response.
Your friend and fellow poet,
Tony
It is always my pleasure to read your work Tony and as far as noble goes that I guess is a matter of interpretation just like a poem.
Sad, touching but beautiful at the same time, enjoyed the read
Hello, Tabani,
I'm heartened that you have enjoyed this one and I appreciate your response.
Fond regards,
Tony.
You are very welcome
Heart touching tone this poetry has...
Very nice ....
How lovely of you to say so, Priya and it is most appreciated.
Fond regards,
Tony.
You are most welcome
Powerful work. Excellent
Hello Thomas,
Your response finds me most pleased and for that, I do thank you ever so much.
Kind regards,
Tony.
At first I thought, that’s when he turned into a man… and then an image of Hamilton’s son dying from a duel injury…and then a soul leaving the Earth at a funeral like scene…
Hello arqios,
The latter: an angel carrying the soul of the young lad to heaven. The passing of Hamilton's son, sad but beautiful is an apt image that you have gleaned from this verse. Delighted you dropped by and thank you very much for your review.
Kind regards,
Tony.
Many thanks as well dear Tony, your words and insight as well serve to steer my thoughts and poetry as can be imagined. Cheers , RIk.
Tony, you gave grief a mother’s voice...and that’s what really made this poem for me. That moment where she cups his face...it’s not just poetic, it’s holy. What a beautiful poem, my dear friend. Have a great day. 🌹👏
Hello, Tristan,
Mother, motherly, mothering are beautiful and warm words, you should agree - who better to cup one's face. Lovely to hear from you again and your words are always a delight to read.
Your fellow poet and friend,
Tony.
💯 without doubt, in most cases. I know in mine, at least. You are most welcome, my friend.
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