Stable

 

Stable the night.
It seems so well.
As the Daughters
and Sons
are turned and spun.
Like extant tops,
They slowed and fell.
Trapped in dreams
That came to them,
They yearn to be
spun again.
For the Daughters
And Sons,
This is their hell
In the Stable of night
That seemed so well.





Poetry by melanie sue
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Written on 2011-03-05 at 04:29

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NicholasG
This is one of your very best Melanie. If we could just create eternal motion. It's the friction that weighs the dreams down.
Nick :-)
2011-03-05


John Ashleigh
The format is short and snappy, which creates a vulnerable mood, and emotion of wanting more. Thanks for sharing this, I thoroughly enjoyed read it. 5/5.

Your friend,
John.
2011-03-05


shells
Enjoyed the cadence of this piece, reads as though it has a place in sorcery and witchcraft, spellbinding.
2011-03-05