subtle affection in common shown
down deep a seed grow
weeping rebellion a hellion stirred
reaching out through the eternal glare
a lass fair and hair of fire
emerald eyes and pale of skin
look over the centuries
seeking the passion of her beloved
silently she bide her time
until he was revealed to her anew
the winds were brutal and the chill bitter
waiting for her loved one
her lover of always
her soul covet what her flesh couldn’t touch
she could sense him but not reach him
culted sorrow, she wither
her blood spilled on cold stone
forfeiting her life
she would meet him on the otherside
seeping crimson she depart to find her love
Hello Crims!
I like the old-timey vibe of this. I wish there was more along this type actually. It just seems to set a nice tone when reading. Like those before us perhaps. At any rate, this is a wonderful poem that you’ve presented for us.
hello dearest Styxian good evening I’m happy the language of this write spoke to you it was how it presented itself the poem I mean thank you so much for letting me know ❤️
Hey crimson!
The last line is a dark but beautiful visual. It gives me a Celtic vibe.
It starts off with wonderful bits of love then changes tone.
I love the word pairing of sweeping crimson. It’s like a red wave of devotion.
Love your stuff chica:)
hello beautiful Adelphina good morning thank you graciously for such a lovely comment❤️
Olde Rhyme! – quaint and touching – and much enjoyed, harriet-jacqui xx
hello lovely poetess thank you graciously ❤️
Beautifully penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello dearest Damian good evening thank you graciously my friend ❤️