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



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!


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


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


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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