"sonnet 67"

By T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova

Fri, 28 Feb 2025
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and like a phoenix she will rise
during dreams she does hypnotise,
when he stirs from a night of themes
shadows inprinted on their screams,
a lantern moon is hooked and soon
moonlight inflames a simple rune,
as its feathers soar through the air
his head is bowed in silent prayer,
what is beauty you do ask, soul
to soul, souls transpose the bowl,
inflight lovers take to flight, bound
with chains ten thousand cries resound
whilst to the music they will burn
until the end through ash to urn.

© t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
23feb25

Certificate 18
Poem
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Spiritual

Comments

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Very good poetry, clear, rhyme is natural. Excellent language, descriptive, imaginitive. Compact as a poem should be. A lucid dream, or a nightmare?

As in your poem, I wondered who "she" is, it's fine really I just wonder,

The last word had me rather confused, did you mean "turn"? Also I wondered if the "urn" otherwise to do with "bowl"? To guess, in the end you did mean "urn". Must be. Very clever.

"bound with chains ten thousand cries resound" heavy going. Scary.

All the best! Tom