I was a moth with pale wings
patterned with coffee rings,
thinking that one flutter
could make your heart
skip a beat.
More fool me, that your flame
did not flicker,
did not change for me
and I remained infatuated.
I was that doomed angel
who flew too close to your sun.
My charred feathers fell
like blackened snow
and you handed back my
barbequed heart
presented to me in a bread bun.
Icarus
Published by MistakenMagic on October 13, 2008 - 20:20
from the ABC set The Poet Who Fell in Love
from the ABC set The Poet Who Fell in Love
Comments
Nathan Bednarek | October 14, 2008 - 12:21
‘thinking that one flutter
could make your heart
skip a beat.’
These lines are so perfect and captivating Magic. The poem as a whole is just wonderful. Again, I always enjoy your love poems. Well done.
Nathan.
jennifer | October 14, 2008 - 14:51
Love the imagery of 'charred feathers' and 'barbecue heart'
Painful!
Silver Spun Sand | October 14, 2008 - 16:53
Some wonderful imagery here, as has been said, Magic.
"My charred feathers fell
like blackened snow ..."
These lines are particularly effective.
Again, a highly original piece, with the distinctive 'Magic' hallmark:-)
Tina x
MistakenMagic | October 14, 2008 - 18:35
Thank you for all your feed back everyone :) It always means a lot to me!
SylvanHuntress | July 2, 2009 - 20:45
Captivating and so poignant... lovely. Thank you for sharing.
Cavalcaderl | November 17, 2010 - 15:49
new MistakenMagic
Congrats; on well deserved cherry!
such a beautiful poem
done by you as always.
Just seen
julie xx