meic

Dec 23, 2007 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

ROMANESQUE

Romanesque ruins
guardian of the grotto -
obsidian laced with malachite
tooled by a miraculous mason:
the magical cunning candy man
whose curlicues and curving arcs
extrude and reverberate
resounding spin and subtle span
in a tense tight tracery, filigree fine,
vaulting in high romance across
an earth-mirrored tucked-in sky
While she and I
little fingers lightly linked
contemplate this heavenly
honey-trap for orphaned angels;
this safety-net for souls
singing love songs
in romantic ruins.

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themoonman

18 years 4 months ago

Wordsmithing

Is what this is....I read it three times and loved it every time...Out loud it is even better...

purplemoondoll

18 years 4 months ago

Agreed

I love the imagery and flow. I read this several times and you 'took me there' from beginning to end. A beautifully crafted poem and a delight to read. Kaz It's impossible to smile on the outside without feeling better on the inside.

j_h08

18 years 4 months ago

Beautiful

Very original in variations off of subject matters that otherwise can be boring. Not in this case, great write.

orgami

18 years 4 months ago

i remember

this is so entrancing i remember thoroughly enjoying a little book on the ruins of pompei the tall gates and towers and often wondered what it would be like to be left alone on a windy night in that re discovered city of course yours is a ruin of beauty love this also O

weirdelf

18 years 4 months ago

This says better to me than

This says better to me than anything I have ever read or writ of that moment of realisation of love's doom almost simultaneous with its recognition. That devastating moment. But maybe that's just me. cheers, Jess

theladyblue

18 years 4 months ago

"singing love songs in the ruins..." ahhh how romantic

If I could merely glide between the surface and the depths of the pool you tap, I would be satisfied. Perhaps even a light finger tip round the edges would suffice. "For every shadow, no matter it's depth, is threatened by the morning's light..." <3 Emarie Photo: Me bored to tears at work. No I dont wear contacts that is my natural eye color, enhanced by photo editing.

RSScheerer

18 years 4 months ago

Echoes against the stone

The contrast between your eloquent words and the hard surfaces of the stone you describe add a softness to what so many see as cold beauty. That last line echoes among the ruins like the spirit of love itself. You capture the moment in descriptive detail that I find haunting. Of course, you might consider that I tend to find a ghost hidden within many poems. This is beautifully written. Enough said. ~ Ronda

Mark

18 years 4 months ago

It's 2 AM and here I am way down here

but finally enjoying wonderful reading, over and over . . . Mark

infinite_dwarf

16 years 11 months ago

Aww Meic

Tucked amidst the stately columns of white stone, a pretty little masterpiece hides. Wonderful imagery, as always. --------------------------------------------------- "Until that ‘morrow render unto me That which is mine my stipend well deserved The fairest flower of your progeny Your sons, your daughters your hopes and your dreams The cruel consequence of your conceit" - Steve Earle

meic

16 years 11 months ago

How kind of you to say so

How kind of you to say so ... that has cheered me no end. Thank you so much. Mike "not all matterings of mind equal one violet" ~ e e cummings ~