The Lady's Tower

A poem for Dig.

The lady's tower is shut tight,
All stone and meager misty light.
And from the inside looking out,
The cold has lost none of its bite:
Seeping under the door on doubt.

Winter wages it's war on stone,
As it will, but safe on the throne,
The lady's tower is life and fire.
A spark of light in all the bone,
Alive upon a narrow wire.

For surely that stone can too fall,
And with it the world, with it all.
Dotted white stone, and pale blue light:
And flung from it insane and small,
Outside the tower is cold night.

And so I long to stay inside,
To kill the cold that outside rides,
To war against this perfect hour.
Free from winters imperfect tides,
Safe inside the lady's tower.

Reviews

[Zoey Ray]

I like this poem, It allows me to get an image of what you described. It also makes me think about the life that the tower once had and it brings up so many questions as well. What this makes me think of is an old clock tower that has been shut down and locked up, but on the inside their is sort of a ghost like figure of a lady that that tower meant a lot to. Even though it's a short poem it opens the reader's mind into a larger story. Beautiful writing! Even though what it reminds me of may not be exactly what you had in mind, but that's the fun of reading. Thank you for sharing!

[Jwakefield]

Thank you, what a great review :)

[Gleb Zavlanov]

Wow! This is such a melodious, very well-crafted poem. I couldn't agree more with Zoey Ray about its complexity. Great write!

[Pryde Foltz]

It's where the girls are. Don't worry the drawbridge will come down sooner or later. Great write.

[Jwakefield]

Thank you ma'am :)

[Strider Marcus Jones]

What a lovely poem. Great control of rhyme and rhythm too. Love the theme. Into my favourites. Excellent poem again J. 100/100

[Jwakefield]

Thank you again for reading, I'm glad you liked it.