In Sleep's Chamber Poem by Valsa George
In Sleep's Chamber
Far, over the monstrous gray summits
As dusking shadows crept stealthily on,
When night had turned more stygian
And glow worms had begun throwing flickers of light
Like sequins stitched onto a flowing velvet gown,
When night sky had thus turned
Into a rare configuration of light and shade
When in the west was burning a solitary star
And like a one man army, it valiantly blocked
The advance of infiltrating clouds,
When fledglings cuddled for warmth
Under their mother's flayed wings
When cicadas were chanting their litany in shrill monotone,
When the breeze whispered sweet nothings in my ear
And autumn leaves in strong gale
Flew about and nosedived into their ebony bed,
When my conscious thoughts evaporated
And I was left to linger in a semi stupor,
I knew a familiar spirit visiting me unsought
With the passion of a lover eager to subdue;
Morpheus with the scent of poppy leaves all about him
To lure my soul to bliss and chill the heat of weary toil
By the indulgent grip of his masculine hands
He took me on his wings to chartless oceans and fairy isles
And finally to his secret chamber for a date
Making me swoon in secreted ecstasy!
must say Valsa the night is painted in incredible imagery, creating a perfect space for the lovers' sojourn.
Suspended in a semi stupor and swooning in an ecstatic state. That dusk is enchantingly described. Thank you.
How wonderful! I am taken into a magical journey in skies and lands I do not know. And my imagination is running wild. Great poetry!
Beautiful poem with great word power and imaginations. The last paragraph and going to fairly isles very interesting.
No one and nothing can create mood, ambiance like a great poet. No, movie set can do what the poet can with just mere words, but gifted at a that. Valsa, the poetical and pictorial atmosphere you have created here is sheer beauty, a gift of peace for the soul., a touch of poetic genius.
i would have loved being a fly (or cicada) on the wall of that secret chamber, ..........as long as there were fly swatters around. thanks for sharing. i won't tell your husband about........well..........you know. bri :) ok, i couldn't resist. i looked up Morpheus and found this: Morpheus is a god of dreams who appears in Ovid's Metamorphoses. Morpheus has the ability to take any human form and appear in dreams......valsa, he looked like me, right? ?
A Great write. Each lines are beautifully depicted. In a very cool and calm way how a soul is lured into eternal bliss. If such is beautiful way to go to sleep chamber, how beautiful the sleep will look like. Really you have portrayed it so beautifully, I feel like visiting the Sleep's chamber atleast once in life time. I just loved it. I read it thrice to get its deeper meaning.
I love your opening stanza! I counted the lines - 18 - with which you sustained the image of night for our delight! And the language is gorgeous WHEN THE NIGHT SKY HAD THUS TURNED/INTO A RARE CONFIGURATION OF LIGHT AND SHADE/WHEN IN THE WEST WAS SHINING A SOLITARY STAR... There is something absolute in your evocation of the Night - it is that fulfilling. Your second stanza brings in the narrative element and it too is wonderful. But it's the evocation of the night setting in stanza one that WOWS me. Great poem.
Most beautiful poem Valsa. Lord of sleep taking one to most secret of his chamber is a blessing like no other. Loved the poem specially the last para.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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By the indulgent grip of his masculine hands He took me on his wings to chartless oceans and fairy isles And finally to his secret chamber for a date Making me swoon in secreted ecstasy! I am often naughty but not beautiful, when a woman becomes naughty she is a model for great artists. It; s not an easy poem that can be understood in a single reading. I read it many times and now I say it's a work of art.