Picture Prompt 2

The ruins of the Eiffel tower

stuck jarrbled and sharp

like broken obsidian bones

behind him as geometric

flakes of charred propeganda

cluttered the air, blackened

the light.  His hair, onyx

with night-shade, covered his

iced-eyes

 

au revoir, mes amis

he whispered before the rest

 

of the moon fell.

Reviews

[Kaylor Mason]

I like this--it has a gentle melancholy mixed with a harsh bleakness that's hard to match. It also speaks of the futility of war pretty well.

[Celestial Witch Child]

This poem is one great example of the reason I am falling in love with your writing. Amazing.

[bob, small b. aka invs]

for some reason this reminded me of the goodbye scene at the airport in the classic movie Casablanca. humphrey bogart should deliver the 'au revoir' line in this poem.

[Alicia Beavis]

Lovely use of imagery and I like the pause before the last line. It made it resonate just that little bit more. Oh and I like the little French you threw in there. It flowed well with the rest of the piece even though it wasn't written in English.