Swathing Mantle

A Poem By Elizabeth // 4/25/2011

 

Diversely companioned the grainy,
sundered vale reflects the
fiery gaze and swaddles
cragged mountain hem
and rests
 
Bereft of wispy fellowship, hues
of muted blue or deep azure
blend amidst the other
enmeshing with a lighter
of the two
 
How the realm of ocean’s bosom
may have engulfed
the vale, sleeplessly
lapping o’er
stone and cliff
 
Above measureless depths un-charted
frigates frail grasped high
breezes that whispered
masts gathered its
kindly ally
 
The sky dripped it lamenting tears
falling deep, the watery abyss
received then fondled
the descending
droplets cold
 
The shoreline stretched with its
inky-coloured edges meet
beards foamy: the surf
drew away glass
of the sea
 
 
But now burning sun with hands relentless
claw the feeble soil oft
belts of rain be-wet
the ground in
brief hour
 
Then receding, unquenched sun
surges with chasms burning
lets flee flares ere it
plunges further  into
the darkling
 
Barren slopes of silhouetted shape
now as pillars to the sky-roof,
with hewn edges thrust upward
pricking tips saluting
the moon
 
Starry dome of mid-night hue wraps
about the sheltered vale deep
cold the dry basin becomes
and shivers as it
slips asleep
 
Revealed, downward-draping, sky of a
thousand watchmen who hang
lighted candles there
to burn long in
bright flame
 
The wind now bitter brushes the
loose sand over the dry,
desert floor, rolling
in parched waves
tumbling fly
 
 
Monarchial blue deep as a raven’s wing
slips ‘neath dawn’s grey gown
delves below sky’s hidden
horizon, its farthest
western bounds
 
Warmth now takes the frozen land
and thaws the ground, hinted
with icy trickles of frozen
dew, reflective
and tinted
 
Reviving the senseless and motionless
with outstretched, soothing
fingers the sun re-grasps
vale and tall mount
with embracing
 
 
Loosed the fold of her frosty and
swathing mantle the desert
gathers and unfurls its
beauty bestowed:
God’s mirth

Comments

Elegant.

Mature and well-thought out, like a cup of exotic tea steeped to perfection. Very well done.

Mary | Mon, 04/25/2011

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Brother: Your character should drive a motorcycle.
Me: He can't. He's in the wilderness.
Brother: Then make it a four-wheel-drive motorcycle!

Stunning

This was absolutely stunning! I loved all of the imagery and wording. I also loved the poem's structure. It isn't quite anything I have seen before. This poem makes me want to write a poem with every elegant and timeless word I have in my own vocabulary! I love it when someone takes magnificent words and makes them even more resplendent by stringing them together beautifully! *wink* Keep up the awesome work! God Bless,

Wings of Eternity

Wings of Eternity | Mon, 04/25/2011

"Be an example to all believers in what you say, in the way you live, in your love, your faith, and your purity." 1 Timothy 4:12

thank you!

Thank you so much! I am so glad that you both enjoyed it. I worked on this poem for a long while so I am glad that you liked it!

Elizabeth | Tue, 04/26/2011

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The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine

wow

this is a stunner.

Bernadette | Tue, 04/26/2011

I love this. I can see it,

I love this. I can see it, and feel it, and you wrote it very well! :) 

Kyleigh | Wed, 04/27/2011

The images that you painted

The images that you painted here (it was very much like painting) are simply gorgeous!

Hannah W. | Wed, 04/27/2011

I can't pick a favorite;

I can't pick a favorite; they're all so beautiful.

Anna | Thu, 04/28/2011

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

 wow this is superb. You must

 wow this is superb. You must have worked a long time on it. Love the style. 

Renee | Tue, 05/03/2011

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