Echoes

Full blooded they appear
Speaking with my voice, the words I’d say
Those dreams, the dreams of the dead
Seem so satisfying, until they talk.
We, the phantoms of our fantasies
Drift like jet trails; scarring skies
Words etched by inkless pens
Waiting, always awaiting.
The Poet adores that void
Where they frame their thoughts by the stars
And recreate Byzantium
But behind that void
Awaiting, always waiting
There are echoes
Who’ll only answer us, as us

Reviews

[Helen]

I love this poem, but can't find the right words to say why. I love the imagery and the pace and tone. I love my 'near understanding' as I read it. I think it speaks the language of my subconscious rather than my intellect and that I would understand it better in my dreams

[Roland Petrov]

I believe this is an echo of the poem I saw on that Byzantine site. Here, though, I don't just like it, I give it the full 100 out of 100 rating.

[Roses]

This is why I am glad to be back online again. This is good, very good. The 'We, the phantoms... scarring skies' lines are my favourite. I need to re-read it to gather the full meaning, I won't pretend I understand it all (if you could explain it a little..?), but I do like it very much.

[Beano]

Hello, again my dear Roses. I am also very glad you're back online and to meet you again on here. read moreHello, again my dear Roses. I am also very glad you're back online and to meet you again on here.

This piece was actually prompted by reading a biography of Shakespeare, and it is really about writing about how we write about dead people, and how largely (especially with Shakespeare) a lot of what is written is supposition or echoes of the current authors belief.

It should really read ' they, the phantoms of our fantasy', but I preferred to write 'we' which confuses things.

Thanks for taking the time to read and comment, dear Roses. x

[Blossom]

We, the phantoms of our fantasies
Drift like jet trails scarring skies
Words etched by inkless pens'
Who would not love these lines!! I, for one, am swooning! Lovely, Beano!

[Beano]

Ah, thank you as ever my dearest, Blossom!x