Poem -
My blue scythe-legs
In this rusty tank
I swell
germinating
in spite
of my death.
Adrift in this
salty sap
I utter the parable of
blooming.
My blue scythe-legs are
turning bruise-black.
And I lie
in my gloomy dress.
And I knit
all my thorns in an ivory
milky gown.
I've finally found
my root foot
digging in the soil
looking for a seedless soul
looking for dark buds of coal.
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Comments
dark, but has a beating heart pulsing with energy.... good poetry, Beattrice
oh, thank you so much !!
Christina Rossetti and Emily Dickinson (among others) wrote poems from the perspective of recently dead narrators. Their works were mostly regretful and full of longing.
But there's something a little different here; there's a hint of hope in the renewal of life in another form.
Fascinating, dark (certainly) and not a little beautiful.
J.
Thank you kindly !!!
Congratulations, Beattrice.
So well deserved. I hope this will prompt you to share more of your wonderful work with us.
J ;)
wonderful write. Welcome to Cosmofunnel
XX lisa
thanks !!!
MARVELOUS DARK , my fav on site -great way to start my day thanks
Thank you! I'm happy to hear it!
Bravo! This style poetry is right up my alley. I love the rythmatic structure, and it sounds so sweet. Thanks for sharing
Thank you !!!!
Lovely write.
Thank you !!!
Hi Beattrice, Great write. Congrats! Warm regards. Cheers.
Thank you all !!!!!!! I'm sooooo happy! So glad u enjoyed my poem !!
Hello Beattrice...
Congratulations on your win!
Hugs...
sparrowsong
Congrats on a superb win!
Well done ?
Congratulations, Beattrice, on a fine achievement. Well done.
Well deserved win! Dark and entrancing, looking forward to reading more from you!
xxxLily