Swathing Mantle

Submitted by Elizabeth on Tue, 04/26/2011 - 01:19

 

Diversely companioned the grainy, sundered vale reflects the fiery gaze and swaddles cragged mountain hem and rests   Bereft of wispy fellowship, hues of muted blue or deep azure blend amidst the other enmeshing with a lighter of the two   How the realm of ocean’s bosom may have engulfed the vale, sleeplessly lapping o’er stone and cliff   Above measureless depths un-charted frigates frail grasped high breezes that whispered masts gathered its kindly ally   The sky dripped it lamenting tears falling deep, the watery abyss received then fondled the descending droplets cold   The shoreline stretched with its inky-coloured edges meet beards foamy: the surf drew away glass of the sea     But now burning sun with hands relentless claw the feeble soil oft belts of rain be-wet the ground in brief hour   Then receding, unquenched sun surges with chasms burning lets flee flares ere it plunges further  into the darkling   Barren slopes of silhouetted shape now as pillars to the sky-roof, with hewn edges thrust upward pricking tips saluting the moon   Starry dome of mid-night hue wraps about the sheltered vale deep cold the dry basin becomes and shivers as it slips asleep   Revealed, downward-draping, sky of a thousand watchmen who hang lighted candles there to burn long in bright flame   The wind now bitter brushes the loose sand over the dry, desert floor, rolling in parched waves tumbling fly     Monarchial blue deep as a raven’s wing slips ‘neath dawn’s grey gown delves below sky’s hidden horizon, its farthest western bounds   Warmth now takes the frozen land and thaws the ground, hinted with icy trickles of frozen dew, reflective and tinted   Reviving the senseless and motionless with outstretched, soothing fingers the sun re-grasps vale and tall mount with embracing     Loosed the fold of her frosty and swathing mantle the desert gathers and unfurls its beauty bestowed: God’s mirth
Author's age when written
17
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Comments

Mature and well-thought out, like a cup of exotic tea steeped to perfection. Very well done.

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This was absolutely stunning! I loved all of the imagery and wording. I also loved the poem's structure. It isn't quite anything I have seen before. This poem makes me want to write a poem with every elegant and timeless word I have in my own vocabulary! I love it when someone takes magnificent words and makes them even more resplendent by stringing them together beautifully! *wink* Keep up the awesome work! God Bless,

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Thank you so much! I am so glad that you both enjoyed it. I worked on this poem for a long while so I am glad that you liked it!

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