the flame went out
the searching smoke
curled wild and winding
her smile was just like that
uplit incandescence
that nested other worlds
in the hollow of her lip
a wisp
she whispered
scatter me
we were infidels of dark
and clutched it all
our heaving breasts beaten
fists of gathered wax
and ashes
our fingers smudged
the paper angels
as she burned
in other glories
matchless
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Author:
Heather T (
Offline) - Published: June 8th, 2017 21:56
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Comments3
A depth of expression pulses through this richly linguistic verse - I look forward to reading more of your work Heather and welcome to M.P.S.
Thank you for the kind reply and warm welcome. I am enjoying your gifted pen!
The last stanza is phenomenal
I like that paper angels great line
Welcome to my poetic side
Thanks so much for giving me a minute! I'm looking forward to settling in and reading you all.
Beautiful poem, beautifully presented. I found the unrestrained form quite appealing. Hope to see more of your work, Heather.
Grateful for your look! I'm excited to dig in here. Nice to meet you, poet.
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