At sunset,
Before a linen-draped altar,
Save for your fear,
She’d have pledged her troth
With almond-shaped eyes,
While glittering, golden motes
Swirled through the air
Like stardust.
But now,
Like empty offerings
Before a barren altar,
A tear-stained note,
A tarnished ring of gold &
Crimson roses spilling
Over a black-shrouded casket.
The contrast of rich abundance, atmosphere and vivacity with that of loss and the overtones of death is cleverly stark. A finely scribed piece. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Susan! Another splendid poem you've written ! ! (10) ! ! Thad