Dance
Queen Anne
trim with lace
the meadow bed
for your wild monarch
butterfly rests his head
in your chambers. Would he stay?
You ask. Faithfulness is not his
to give. Yet you stay with your merry
ways until Autumn’s cold winds do you part.
Hope is a gift that lets you stand even
when the world seems to plot your fall.
Too many times your eyes had shed
tears that drowned a weaker soul.
In your hand they are pearls
rising as prayer
that your heart be
made anew
with each
fall.
~~~
An Etheree for DVerse Poets.
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Oh, lovely. Really like this Imelda!!
Imelda, this is so beautiful. I wish I’d written it, especially this line about tears:
In your hand they are pearls
rising as prayer
Thank you, Victoria. π Especially, thank you for the prompt and the discovery of new things.
Smiles.
I agree, this is absolutely incredible π
Thanks you, Sanaa. π
I also adore this part:
In your hand they are pearls
rising as prayer
Beautifully shaped form Imelda π
Thank you, Grace. π
This was wonderful! Your use of line-breaks is very skillful; I especially liked the one between “for your monarch” // “butterfly”, underlining the central double-meaning of ‘Queen Anne’s lace’. And the concluding lines “In your hand they are pearls // rising as prayer // that your heart be // made anew // with each // fall” were simply beautiful. They evoke the feeling of that especially precious form of desperate hope that only arises when you’re right at the edge of utter despair…
Thanks a lot for your comment. I appreciate the details you gave me because I learned what worked in this piece. π
The start really pulls me in.. the reference to that wonderful lace, and seasons made me sigh with envy that I didn’t write it myself.
Thanks, Bjorn. π
Impressive writing here!
THanks. π
There is no better title for this, Imelda. It works as is. The verse is pure beauty!
From the title to the end, this is stunning. Love how creative you were with lovely Queen Anne’s Lace, giving her pondering questions, moments of sorrow and hope.
“Hope is a gift that lets you stand even when the world seems to plot your fall.” This could be a famous quote, I believe.
Thank you, Mish, for the kind words.
Impressive write indeed. Well done.
Anna :o]
Thanks, Anna. π
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Beautiful poem! Love the way your photography and poetry are blended together. Have a wonderful day!