I dress myself in your linens
A Vestal virgin mid service
Amidst a redolent anamnesis
I hold out every covenant
The tapestry moth-eaten
Despite amaranthine care
I trace each abrasion lovingly
As though defect held
That when whispered
Would resolve all distinction
Between my life and your departure
I think I’ll take the shears
And cut strips for my journal
The faded prints will look beautiful
Pressed inside your love letters
20 thoughts on “Gaslight”
I love this poem. The depth of feeling. I feel like I’m right there, laying on those sheets, watching the gaslight fade from gold to yellow, cutting out memories, hoping to keep the tattered remains tucked away, keepsakes of him. Great job! 🙂
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I am very sorry. My submission isn’t related to the picture of the air balloon I saw your page with the wine glass thinking it was the story slam page I don’t know what happened complete brain malfunction. I am really sorry though.
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I’ve been busy working on the book so I didn’t give myself much time I’m afraid
Very beautiful, the last stanza has a particular sweetness!! 🙂
Thank you Helen so much =) In the end I did add that poem you wanted in the book lol
Excellent!! 🙂 🙂
I love this poem Yves. There is a sense for me of your innocence and frailty that gives me a feeling of hope in what you are saying. So beautifully done.
Thank you Michael for your lovely comment
I wish I had a substitute for the word ‘beautiful’, but I don’t. Those last 4 lines are so beautiful in imagery, meaning, eloquence and emotion. Those last 4 lines are acceptance and hope.
Deftly written and beautiful poem.
thank you s much Bianca that means a lot to me
Simply lovely my friend. I love this poem.
Thank you kindly Samina =)
you are a word master! Love this one.
Thank you so much Ray!
Very well done!