You sprung in me like chrysanthemums pearly,
with an unexpected sense of calm,
rounded petals blushing, inculcating into blood
reciting a prayer of psalm.
Would that the sky lend me its grey,
in exchange for velvet emotions that pour—
I feel you despite the distance, the rest assured
peculiar this world at four o clock in the morn.
With a desire to serve, to belong and adore,
I can imagine no other throat—
such is my state, heaven and torture, one and the same
dare I venture here and quote.
I knew long before you did of longing,
like darkness both intimate and frightening
Care to explore? And want completely,
as season grows with eager boughs ripening.
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Lucy is our guest host today and wishes us to pen
a ballad. (I hope I got it right!) 🙂
Posted for Poetics: You Want It Darker @ dVerse Poets Pub
You got it more than right, Sanaa. You knocked it out of the park. 😉
This ballad is amazing, especially as it hints an exploration to the darkness. It’s an embrace of darkness, I think, and the imagery is stunning too, like in these lines:
“rounded petals blushing, inculcating into blood
reciting a prayer of psalm.”
Excellent poem! <3
Oh oh! Thank you so much, Lucy 😀 I am so pleased you enjoyed it. I am relieved as I almost couldn’t muster to share this poem for fear that it might not fit the prompt. 💄❤️
this is stunning, love the blend of romance, distance and temptation … a great mix with a dark edge!
PS did you get my email?
Thank you so much, Kate 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Yes, I did. Just replied to it.
Your line:
“such is my state, heaven and torture, one and the same”
resonated with me. The tentativeness in hoping the other feels the same is agony!
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
This reads so sweetly to me, reluctantly at first but with great abandon. I specially like this part:
With a desire to serve, to belong and adore,
I can imagine no other throat—
Aww gosh! Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
This is a beautiful love-ballad, with a hint of the occult. I really enjoyed it, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
A romantic ballad, Sanaa, especially ‘You sprung in me like chrysanthemums pearly’, a beautiful simile, and the hint at darkness in ‘I can imagine no other throat— / such is my state, heaven and torture, one and the same’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
This chimed with me: “peculiar this world at four o clock in the morn” – describes the torment of love and insomnia, “heaven and torture”! Wonderful love ballad, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Dora 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Darkly romantic you did really well on this Sanaa.
Especially this:
With a desire to serve, to belong and adore,
I can imagine no other throat—
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
“I knew long before you did of longing,”
a few short words that describe how lovers grow apart
Or do they? 😉 Thanks for stopping by, Alexandra 💄❤️
“I knew long before you did of longing”
This did the trick for me!!!
It says it all and speaks to me .
Love this 🙂