eclipse Posted January 1, 2022 Share Posted January 1, 2022 Heavens bells remain unrung earthly sleepers dreams were sung by angels raining down, the autumns wounded shaking hand was bared by wishing well falling waters, the crown of winters vanishing reflection was Sought by angels waiting For canticles, Bones of ice, feathers of light And they paused The flight of the bird winter, Valuable Song of solstice rang with Celestial Bells- autumn would tell stories as it held The rope, how the mother earth had fallen, Its grasping populace auctioned and sold Reflections of paradise from Two way Mirrors in dreams that are veiled in caches. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted January 1, 2022 Share Posted January 1, 2022 The title and poem are well-matched. They complement each other pleasingly. It hits me when I get to "bones of ice, feathers of light" and makes me think of those Parisian catacombs. That inference, whether or not appropriate, lends itself to other complex associations--light/"reflections," etc.--which stay with me till the end of the poem. Nice work! Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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