Forgotten Embroidery (Form: A Stichic)
Your blouse—I have it
right here
before my harp
strings, before me
captured like a leopard—
spotted butterfly within a
golden box,
dressed in
a lavish gown, a memory, in
dotted patterns, ivory lace,
a remembrance of our
days, that special place,
that I treasure. Your
center at my center, a
thought so soft and
delicate, a
stitchery of roses pressed
upon our hearts.
That place unfolded
the years into a drift—
snowflakes
afloat
in
infinite spool, reaching
where the needle pierced
the cloth with thread for
what was created by us.
Notes:
© RH Peat 2013
Stichic form — Free Verse
Published: England, 'Poetic Bond III' Pg.69
Willowdown Books 2013
I tend to go for what I call straightforward storytelling, often with humor involved, plenty of 'good' rhyming, and...well. But I still LIKE this POEM. 4 STARS. bri ;)
This is not what I tend to enjoy in a poem; it's unclear what is being expressed, but.....I like it nonetheless. It seems to involve a man and a woman with a romantic past which may have ended in death.
Bri, Thanks for dropping by. If you want rhymes read one of my metered sonnets. I do it all. Forms in accentual meter, syllabic meter, accentual syllabic meter (iambic) but other feet as well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I 'found' you today, R.H., when I stumbled upon your comment on my poem A Lonely Cloud. Thanks. bri : )
The Rainbow - My heart leaps up when I behold/ A rainbow in the sky; / So was it when my life began. So is it now I am a man, / So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! / The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be. Bound each to each by natural piety.
This one of his I like