HOW THE ANGEL FORMS..

From a glint on the water -
reflected in sheen -
was a time and place forcast so pure..
And though she'd not know this -
for quite a long time,
this glint of light shone just for her..
The pain she would suffer -
quite few could endure.
Her coat of arms born from her fires..
It built deep inside, a flame burning white -
and her soul would give birth to empires..
As she finally rose up, the coat of arms shed -
and the metal lay cold on the moor ..
And a beam of light crowned -
on her head, raised from bow -
as her wings spread towards heavens shores..

Reviews

[Jacob Clifford]

I'm not quite sure what to make of this poem. The imagery is beautiful, and there's a sense of grandeur and of some sort of elevation, and the middle has a -
quite literally - fiery intensity. It seems almost that someone who endures so much in life - more than most could take - reaches a state of elevation. Hmm . . . Still can't put my finger on it. Sorry, M.

[M. L. F.]

You are 100 percent on point this time, actually :) It is a tale of a human who endures great trials.. fires. And one day, reaches the end of life and sheds her human armor to find her gift.. her wings.. She then flies up to Heaven to accept her salvation.. her eternal home..

[Jacob Clifford]

I can see everything clicking into place now. Very powerful writing.

[M. L. F.]

Thank you... I had hoped it would evoke powerful images.. As a photographer, I see that my writing and heavy imagery are synonymous. :)

[NANCY DON]

This elevates me. Nice write my poet friend.

[M. L. F.]

Thank you.. Glad to hear it lifts! :)

[LostBoy]

Angelic....pure

Deeply felt. ..

....I see the female shadow of a warrior angel in your words....

[M. L. F.]

Thank you..