The Angels Poem by Lyndsay Ayliffe

The Angels

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Angels are angelic
Not all angels though – some are fearful

“Don’t blink” he says “Don’t blink”

The weeping angels are near me
Surrounding me are statues, concrete angels
Their hands are covering their face
Why don’t they want to be seen?
Who are they hiding from?

In the back of my mind I keep on hearing “Don’t blink”

Angels are usually a sign of love and peace
But these weeping angels are certainly not
Stone cold, I touch them and stare

Nothing happens

I blink and I’m gone.

Wednesday, November 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: angels
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 25 November 2015

i really believe in angels. why? because Jesus talks about angels in the holy Bible. so there are angels. i experience their presence in my life through angels who are humans. today you wrote about the angels who weep. very nice. thank you. tony

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Daniel Brick 24 November 2015

Angels make unexpected appearances in my poems, I don't believe in angels in the literal sense but they are wonderful symbols of the wonder of life. They don't have to be true to be real, to indulge in paradox. Those comments are a way of introducing my appreciation of your poem. Your poem is admirably concrete in its language and situation and yet it does not create a stable scene. The angels are both inert statues and almost fleshy beings. They seem to shimmer between substance and symbol. At times they seem almost shy. And even as a reader I feel I am intruding on them, that they weep because of exposure. You could say that's how real you have made these unreal beings. And when you blink and disappear at the end, I can only accept it as a mystery at the core of this poem.

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