Oneiromancer
A shimmering chimera chants to her,
as lustily as thirsty fire—
faultless, floating, celestial spectre;
slain
she spots it from her funeral pyre.
Transposed to planet’s rounded edge,
now stripped of all her earthly means,
she titillates to angels’ choirs:
“Hark!”
and to their Hymn her shadow leans—
but suddenly she’s flesh again.
Discarded cloak down rabbit’s hole—
that nanosecond when she
unearthed
a prescient and most precious gold.
I really liked the sound of words in this piece. The words really flow together, creating a sort of rhythm when the work is read aloud. The personification in lustful fire also helps to further paint the image. There also seems to be a nice contrast between dark and light, as well as some solid enjambment. Great overall work, and much improved from the last entry.
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