The Wreckage of the Tomb

[Pseudomuse]

The Wreckage of the Tomb

I thought I saw the sea of death
curling over the sighing horizon
and swiftly did The Dark Mortality catch
the shift in the lee of stark dover-cliffs.

Sad were the thoughts then, as the sloop
approached me, shredded sails patched
with Hades-magic, the bow a
figurehead of Persephone.

I have written my own tale in the sand
and unlike Ianthe I have no
loving poet to imortalize me.
the footprints in the slush are
swiftling carried away by the
lapping liquid.

So I went on that veiled ship
that so cradled and shackled me
and in the tumulous light of shadow and
shade - to all that I did [or have never done]
I bayed goodnight.

-

The was inspired by Thomas Hood's poem The Sea of Death and all the poem about or written for Ianthe, who is this lucky b*tch anyway...

stike that last coment she's not a witch with a b, she's just damn lucky...okay enough of the ranting...

cheers all, PM

[Queen of Rain]

brilliant piece... amazing vocabulary but whats particularly striking is the magic created by you imagery.. really like the poetry in letting every word have a meaning! so great, stark dover-cliffs; such amaaazing image

[cry,crayola.]

i agree. definately agree 100 billion thousand % with queen. great, amazing job. i applaud *claps wildly for a few minutes, gets tired, is aware of the audience making weird faces, and runs away with hands flailing overhead* (did that make any sence? hhhmmmmmmmm.... didn't think so) it's still amazingly wonderful. : )