If you aren't familiar with the story of Pompeii, go check it out on the Wikipedia. I wrote this love poem as if we were lovers in the time and location of the great Vesuvias eruption of Pompeii.
A faerie wing of burning light,
In sunless day like starry night.
We dance on dusk as daytime dies,
Embrace each other with our eyes.
The lupine children call our name
The lords of air they do the same.
We dance on dusk as daytime dies.
Embrace each other with our eyes.
Leafless root-worn grassless field,
Burning wind's touch does not yield.
We dance on dusk as daytime dies.
Embrace each other with our eyes.
Storybook love not false but true,
History will speak of me and you.
Of how we danced,
While others cried.
Locked in embrace,
Until we died.
5 comments:
I like that poem. Captures the moment very well.
Yes, a spark of joy before destruction.
I loved Pompeii. Your poem perfectly captures how I picture a shattered moment like that.
I love Pompeii! Have you ever read much on Herculaneum? Same eruption, but most of the town was trapped and killed as they tried to escape. Both are really interesting archaeological sites to visit.
That was really good! I love the alliteration you have there in 'We dance on dusk as daytime dies". It's also stunningly poetic. :)
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