I saw the angel strangled, mangled
with an angels stare
in a gown of earthen cream,
a wave of torn robe, probed
by an octet of phallic faces,traced
on byzantine minds
then
up
she got up
I saw the angel at large,charging
with negligible learning,
measurable caring,yearning
an asylum from that crowd
a subtraction distracted,contracted
escaping her rapine capture
then down
she fell
down,
Grounded
by an octet of phallic faces
who traced the wingless angel,
frozen, broken,
bloodied, bruised, battered
then down,
the angel
stayed
down
Comments
-
This poem is really intense. The rhyme scheme is awkwardly thrilling and the "up she got up" sticks out to me. This poem paints an image in my mind of a falling angel. Once valiant and vivacious, brought down by something, but that something remains unknown, just like in the poem, that "something" remains unknown even through out the poem, it's never pin pointed.
The rhyme scheme is really something interesting. It reminds me of Eminem's raps. But it doesn't present itself as a rap in the context of the poem.
The angel is portrayed as a broken spirit. A fallen angel.
I think this poem got my mind thinking farther than it should. I'm beginning to lost myself in what I was thinking about.
Very beautiful poem.
language: 5, rhythm: 5, subject: 5, tone: 5, form: 5.
-
-
hey sky,thank you..i was hoping the title would`ve helped..its about an awful event i read about a few years back that stuck with me,basically a beautiful bride got raped and murdered (the groom was involved,she had an affair while they were engaged) by a gang of eight men on her wedding night while still in her dress,it was a very disturbing incident that is hard to pussy foot around so i`ll leave it there....i feel the poem wil be easier to understand now
thanks again sky,your interpretation is wonderful and fully expected as the poem needs an explanation which,i guess,is not a good thing
love
rhet
-
Adding your comment:
