Alexander Porrello

The Ivory Tower - Poem by Alexander Porrello

My love of her was but a dream,
a reflection, a sorry fake
of she I love, of all I dream,
the loveliest, who crushed the snake.

A mother fair, the purest spouse,
temple of he whose death has brought
such sweet relief, the dead has roused,
eternal life our savior wrought!

His mother fair, my Lady wise,
her rosy cheeks, radiant glow!
She is my help, she is my prize,
the Morning Star, Mystical Rose!

Her knight I am, her lowly serf.
My bended knee is on the turf.

Comments about The Ivory Tower by Alexander Porrello

  • Bronze Star - 2,182 Points Adeline Foster (1/30/2014 3:25:00 PM)

    Ah, but ivory is illegal and knights no longer scale towers. Still well placed. Read mine - Despair -
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  • Gold Star - 53,717 Points Gajanan Mishra (1/29/2014 6:58:00 PM)

    radiant glow, really your poem, I like it.
    I invite you to red my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 30, 2014

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