Stone Angel

In the mood for gothic, melodramatic self-pity

“It’s a trick! It can’t be true!

 

Nothing on earth is this beautiful!”

 

You said, and smashed

 

The mirror that I was for you

 

Scattered shards

 

Like forgotten toys

 

In a haunted house

 

Lie at the feet of a stone angel

 

A memento of sorrow

 

Carved to last a lifetime

 

Wearing winter frost

 

For a gown

 

Till this world’s

Last sundown

 

Reviews

[Amber Stone]

Wow! ... (Please enter at least 25 characters, said the message) well.... wow! wow ! wow ! wow! wow! It doesn't need more words. Great prose, L.K.

[Laz K.]

Thank you, thank you, thank you, Amber...😉

[NiomaNorma]

Pretty good , I like it, bit different than what I usually read.

[duff]

Mirrors. They are so incredible until they cannot mask whatever decides to haunt us. Stalk us. Beautiful writing. Made me think and reread.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

all that we imagine will someday just be ghost of past aspirations...
and we will haunt ourselves with those thoughts.
intense write...
thank you for this, it made my morning reading your two pieces.
j.

[emmajoy]

'Lie at the feet of a stone angel - A memento of sorrow - Carved to last a lifetime.. '

A trembling of truth or make-believe? Perhaps thoughts taking over from reality, thus, easier to eradicate maybe? Read three times, wondering what or who.. what is seen in the cold light of day or who is wanted otherwise. Mystery.. who knows.

[Laz K.]

You have a very keen eye and a great sense of seeing underlying themes. Poetry can both reveal and camouflage the truth.

Thank you for commenting.

[emmajoy]

When reviewing, often read three, four times to find what the poet is suggesting.. not, not, always easy! Glad to know I did pretty well
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I needed to alter the second 'what' into a 'who' in my last line.