The Company of Angels

The Company of Angels

 

In the company of angels

He stands proud

And yes

Despite those broken wings

Unfolding

She says her prayers

For him out loud

 

Whilst elsewhere

In the distant distance

White willows weep

Their silver tears

Pon scented and oh so very

Thirsty earth and true

 

Twas no coincidence

They burn their sage and

Incense sticks

In the cool shadows

Of an ancient yew

At least one full hour

Before the sun bit hardest

 

A futile attempt maybe

To deny the reaper  

Another soul for his

Dark harvest

Bitter salicylate released

And spread upon

So many different levels

 

Of course upon the wetlands too

Green spears prolific

For there it was on

Bended knees

She said her prayers for him

Out loud

And oh so very very true….

 

Reviews

[Lorry]

Someone once prayed for me Nev, but they only got an answer machine message saying something about they were fully booked until after the rapture, when hell freezes over.
Beautifully written Sir, but please dont try this at home on my behalf, as it might just change your destination too 😀

[Neville]

Cheers Lorry,
I shall pray for thee my friend and hope that rapture heals real quick.. no unnecessary bendin or liftin... okay N :)

[Robert Trakofler]

Wow Nev this is a lovely construction the feelings are so raw and true in its conveyance. to pray aloud for the one that you speak is such a naked thing requiring a great deal of brave sincerity that it makes my mind blush at the scene...and reveals the weight of the intentions sublimely

[Neville]

Cheers Robert sir... I'm just so bloomin transparent, aint I........ :) N

[emmajoy]

Such beautiful words, Neville . Seems a view of life in various guises from the past: unwillingly striking for a safe shore in darkness, perhaps unaware that words were whispered within the walls of grace.

Your words surely come from how life and death was seen: 'Of course upon the wetlands too - Green spears prolific.. ' There were times when foreseen tragedies were held at bay with the believed cure of burning herbs and murmured prayers. You quote the available nature of a religion that came from Somewhere yet was, ' .. futile attempt maybe - To deny the reaper - Another soul for his - Dark harvest.. '

Whilst reading your words, i thought of prayer and how it was and is seen. Today, in spite of gentleness still hovering in the background, the ash of burned herbs would be brushed up and thrown in a bin ... whereas prayer can air its thoughts anywhere. Perhaps? Thoughts thrive when i read words like this.

[Neville]

What a lovely surprise to find you had visited these words during my recent absence from the Cafe emmajoy... You will of course be familiar with the Somerset Levels hereabouts and many of the associated myths and legends no doubt... Oh' and should ye ever be passing, I might just let you into a secret maybe....thanks again & ever so :)

[emmajoy]

My pleasure even though a sadness in a way...

Yes, of course i know the levels.. and their many myths and even more modern make-believes. Guess that makes for a strange all-encompassing atmosphere in the county. The air of dampness, perhaps tears, perhaps ... who knows. I must pass that way, yes - plus, love secrets = as long as not mine!" You'll know of local poets who create tales and poetry in our adjoining area?

[Einstein Noodle]

and aren't we all with broken wings in need of prayer .. i love that your speaker's intercessor is a woman .. seems fitting as the gentler gender has a better corner on honesty .. generally speaking of course .. but i may be biased ... i just love women :)))))))))
an intense emotive scene ... graphic images with so little said ... for me .. that is is in the wetlands she bends her knees to pray for him .. says it all .. if one has never stumbled and fallen knees first into a swampy reed filled wetland ... it still is easy to imagine .. the discomfort and sacrifice is pronounced ... and that's all i have to say about that! :}
E.

[Neville]

Hello Gene, am so glad you popped in to consider these words... I share that love by the way... and you o course :))))

[Einstein Noodle]

hey Nev! top o' the mahrnin' to ya!

[Neville]

Mahrnin bro :)))))

[R.E. Ray]

If smart, we immerse ourselves in the company of angels, knowing we’ll need not only guidance in life but maybe a sponsor in death...when we’re knocking on heaven’s gate.

I’ll always accept prayers from the well-intended, even when my own faith suffers. Well said, sir.

[Neville]

Likewise...... Cheers R.E

[alanwgraham]

A very accomplished poem Neville but I must admit a bit enigmatic for me. There's an intense mythic feel about it. Angels with broken wings and prayers and offerings by the yew tree. It gives me goosebumps!
I'm going to have to find out how to write this stuff!
Cheers,
Alan

[Neville]

Hey Alan thank you so much for this lovely and otherwise encouraging review, very much appreciated kind sir... Cheers.. Neville

[sonnie ibadah]

Bautiful piece. Well written!

[Neville]

thank you very much indeed. N.

[Lyn Anderson]

And where do prayers unanswered go? A really interesting poem - lots to ponder - the things for which we pray and hope.
Now, I think your autocorrect left me a present "say's" should be "says" no?

[Neville]

you pose an interesting question.. where do they go.. and while you ponder, I will amend Ahmen eh... Neville

[Pete]

this is beautiful. i read man's attempt at redemption by sacrifice in a fallen world. good vs. evil. only the almighty possesses a way with his unconditional love. there is power and truth in your words ... :)

[Neville]

Thank you sir, you are most kind and of course, much appreciated too... All Good Things, Neville

[lightsong]

for me I see two scenes, old ritual for rain to fall, and the soul "whom" was departed from this earth, accompany with Angels now, what "she" this soul feels inside the bliss of eternal peace and can't convey to her people on earth.

I feel mystical sadness through Your words, a prayer for the world today from those ancient ancient times...

[Neville]

I always enjoy your interpretations my friend and thank you, for both of these...... Neville