Portal

Cherry

By marandina

Fri, 24 Jan 2025
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11 comments
 

Portal

 

She calls to him

 

from distant Iron Hills

scraping sepia skies,

giants’ footsteps echo below.

 

This portrait painting,

dreams a thin veneer,

illusion and allusion.

 

He remembers old books,

the scent of worn leather,

ink on monochrome pages.

 

A constellation of stories

orbiting a liminal universe

of infinite imagination.

 

Whispering winds skitter

through dense forests

leaving their trail of time.

 

He will find her

lost among tall trees

as sun sets at silver dusk.

 

She knows his closest secrets.

 

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Comments

Submitted by Turlough on

Old books and the scent of worn leather

Set this way back in time, creating atmosphere

and what she knows about him adds mystery and intrigue.

Very good words Paul.

Turlough

Submitted by marandina on

Thanks for the read, T. Your thoughts are always welcome. Mystery and intrigue. She knows.

[Leeds top of the table. Looking good to return to the Prem!]

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

A constellation of stories

orbiting a liminal univers

of infinate imagination

Connection is so much more than physical and everything in nature has a memory in this magical poem.

 

Submitted by marandina on

Ah thanks Jane. Magical is more than I hoped for :)

 

Submitted by celticman on

illusion is allusion. That's the way memory work. Yeh! 

 

Submitted by marandina on

You are right, CM. That is how memory works. When it works, anyway..

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

I like how I don't know if this is about an author, like Tolkien, and a character they created, or about a reader who seeks a character they have read and re-read through a lifetime. There's a magical feeling in this poem

 

Submitted by marandina on

Thanks, Di. Iron Hills is distinctly Tolkien and seems to work in a poem. This is one of those where I was leaving it to the reader to make their own mind up about the meaning but imagination and far away lands is at its heart :)

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

There's such a dreamy feeling about this evocative poem Paul. It touched my imagination like a magic spell.

For me it came across as a personal poem and was a pleasure to read.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by marandina on

That's a lovely thing to say, Jenny. So glad you liked it. It means a lot.

 

Submitted by marandina on

Thanks for the cherries, Eds.