Fallen

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Tepid hues once watercolour dreaming splashed,
dancing in pastels on her blank canvas.

These dreams, a warm, worn bracelet of pearls-
handed down through generations
from mother to daughter
ought to give her the feathers to fly.

Her wings malted,
she chased her Icarus through
unfathomable heat
pursuing her gnarly light,
giving birth to shadowed resonance
when the note was pure.

When nothing remained
but ashes of quest she questioned eternity,
spitting at philosophy with raised middle finger.
Shamed, tired, bitter.

That oasis of tapestry remains
locked in a box
behind blue eyes

that witnessed,
more than they ever dared to dream.

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19 responses to “Fallen

  1. If Fallen, then quickly rising in song, art, & poetics. Interesting take on the prompt; a very strong message, mantled in both sadness & hope, for we all chase Icarus a time or two, all get burned and plunge back to earthen reality–but yet we persevere, we survive, warming up for our next flight.

  2. There is courage in you dear Shan and so much beauty – i.e. truth here. I love the metaphor and especially like the phrase “pursuing her gnarly light” so fresh and yet so vivid. I am so proud of how subtle and well developed your verse is here. You are true poet, a seeker of truth and light and I applaud you and appreciate you. Well done!

  3. well followed through metaphor shan – i like the ikarus images – the flying and how things can melt in the fire – yet not losing hope as the feathers are still part of the personality, no matter what happened

  4. “When nothing remained
    but ashes of quest she questioned eternity,
    spitting at philosophy with raised middle finger.
    Shamed, tired, bitter.”

    There is such a naked honesty to the words you share, coming from a place deep within. Sometimes life just exhausts us, and threatens to take us down. Gotta hold onto those pearls, the dream. Beautiful, Shân.

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