An angel set the sky ablaze
With an orb of crimson fire—
The smoke that rose was a purple haze
That spread o’er the flaming sky.
Then black was the night, like ashes
Remaining after so long a kindling.
And here and there in tender dashes
Were ember-stars, pale and cold-appearing.
I saw a new angel glide down
And set the moon, like a candle, in the air—
The moonbeams, like a mother’s gown,
I cling to in my memory.
And the warmth of the fire that burned the night
Warmed the hearts of those like me.
And the moonlight lit our hearts with a light
That can only be named as joy.
Paige in concert with your flowing style and metaphorical application, , , , really powerful almost giving it a Biblical propensity....of course being old school I don't rant on about rhyme and meter as much as I used to, and in this case had I experienced it along with your presentation, , , , it would have been more than I could bear
Fine use of metaphors Paige. Great descriptions indeed. Mark
Fine word painting. You planted a garden of sumptuous images and its joyous blooms are delights to the souls of the readers.
Wonderful descriptive poem about sunset, well done 10 Lynda xx
This was so beautiful, i loved it sooo much! You are very talented and I hope you continue writing. H&K's Jessica (:
Really lovely. It flows naturally and well and you have got some fine imagery there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely stunning Paige - you have a natural gift and I will def. read more. Thank you so much - Cindy