The moors, the lowering skies,
the ruins of a castle,
the ghosts of times long past and phantom tinkling of a piano
remind me as summer slides
into solemn September, your words, your smile, your heat,
and your scent.
Love is a canvass, a manifesto of indulgence as I breathe your name
on top of your thighs
and if by the remotest chance I manage to capture beauty
in verse,
if slowly the glow of the moon fades and the presence of empty space
becomes more apparent
then I would torch blandness with fire,
I have discovered that in life the paths that cross and go on
seldom meet twice.
A chalice of life is autumn who heeds not to the earthly lot,
who mourns the desolate and is devastatingly romantic,
I will never forget the adrenaline rush
the catch of breath and clouds in an apricot sky
when you first touched my face in the solitary passageway
read me that chapter again,
where the castle becomes the speaker and leads us through the age
I wonder what it would be like if we could rewrite history
a grey room with soft walls
where a world shattered by chaos is put together again
that’s all we shall yearn before we grow old and embrace the earth,
for as long as time is fleeting
it will teach us to make our lives meaningful,
you and I are joined by the same exquisite longing
this is my confession
as true as I am to my purpose, I will always find a way
back to you-
the moors, the lowering skies,
the ruins of a castle,
the ghosts of times long past and phantom tinkling of a piano
are witness.
Photo credits: Pinterest
Posted for Wordy Monday with Wild Woman @ Real Toads
I love the full circle closing, repeating first lines at the end. I especially like the shift in the middle, when the narrator wishes to repeat history. And i love those apricot skies! A lovely moody story.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt) 🌹
Your aubades are always dreamlike, Sanaa, and this one has a hint of nightmare in it. I like the way you’ve woven words from Sherry’s prompt into the opening and closing lines, the sensuality, and the romance, especially in the lines:
‘I will never forget the adrenaline rush
the catch of breath and clouds in an apricot sky
when you first touched my face in the solitary passageway’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
Witness, great finale for a moody, damp, and lustral remembrance of fire.
Thank you so much, Brendan 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I like the way you blended the words of the prompt into your lovely aubade
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Nice story, Sanaa, nice ending too. I like tour repetition there of the first few lines.
My favorite started here,
“read me that chapter again,
where the castle becomes the speaker and leads us through the age”
followed by a wondering wish to relive and rewrite History.
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Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Beautiful and exquisite! 😍 The repetition is effective, and I love the part about autumn being “devastatingly romantic.”
Thank you so much, Jenna 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
The romantic end with that memories of moors and castles. Really love the way you close this poem
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
How beautiful this is Sanaa. Love and longing both affect us with such deep feeling don’t they? I do hope we can finally find a way back to the one we love.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
How hauntingly beautiful this is, Sanaa Love that apricot sky.
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
A chalice of life is autumn who heeds not to the earthly lot,
Epic poem 🙂
Thank you so much, Margaret 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I wonder what it would be like if we could rewrite history
a grey room with soft walls
where a world shattered by chaos is put together again
Such a richly woven and enchanting piece.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️