The stars are Her gown,
Glimmers and shimmers amid
The wisps of Void that
Swirl about Her ankles.
She strides through
Airless skies, far
Beyond our mortal
Understanding,
Gathering to Her
All the forgotten
Souls that clamor
For attention among the
Outer realms of space.
With a snap of Her fingers,
Pale skin covered by dark
Sigils and runes,
Entire universes collapse
And cry out for mercy.
She has none.
In a single exhale,
New worlds are born
From her frozen breath,
Strewn far and wide.
The space amid worlds
Spins with their passing.
Lovely poem, truly cosmic
Lovely poem, truly cosmic write. Love your craft and resulting work. Great poem and a good read.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
I love the way you write.
I love the way you write. This paints a picture of a cosmic queen in my head and the line "In a single exhale, New worlds are born From her frozen breath, Strewn far and wide." is bloody brilliant. You know you're quickly becoming one of my favorites here. Keep it up!!
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
Mine too. She is awesome. ...
Mine too. She is awesome.
...
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Awwww
You guys...you're making me blush.