Poetry Thursday: two. The prose poem
This weeks Poetry Thursday prompt was to tackle the prose poem. I must admit, I have never written one before, and I am not entirely convinced that I have even now, as I nervously extend my finger to press publish, but what the hey...you be the judge.
The Tulle Cloaked Bride - a Prose Poem
A ghostly apparition of I, drifting within the now familiar fog. Her gauzy veil silhouettes a softened landscape, leaving a world of vague shapes, lingering like enigmatic shadows.
Conifers spire toward the heavens, like renaissance towers shrouded in the lost world above.
Tiny birds bolt from nearby cedars; feathered darts shooting through her tranquil haze.
I breathe this crisp dawn enchantress, knowing her to disappear with the heat of the day. I know not when she might return, to slink across my lawn with dewy steps, lick my eaves and caress the naked branches with a thousand gentle tears.
Tomorrow the rains are set to lavish these whisper-soothed lands, like an insistent groom ravishing his tulle cloaked bride. The fog, she will succumb.
© Strauss
12th February 2007
12 comments:
Sounds great to me. :) I'm not one for rules and structure and I think this is a great poem. It's so expressive, I can see and hear her.
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It's beautiful. The choice of words are lovely and the effect is quite celestial, otherworldly.
Thank you for your sweet words on my body image entry. I bow in gratitude and hope to see you soon again.
Ps. I used to live in Canada, spent four years in Toronto and four on Vancouver Island. Not sure where you are, but give my greetings to her nonetheless.
Oh, and I hope your boy is doing better :)
I think this is a prose poem (in my vast experience of having written one prose poem!) The imagery is so strong...I liked the dark tones in this poem about a bride.
This is very descriptive... I can feel the moistness of the "tulle cloaked bride" as she slinks her way around...
Really wonderful- and very sensual.
This is wonderful. It feels almost whispered, like you're telling it just before dawn when the fog is the thickest. You've definitely got a prose poem going here. This is my favorite bit:
"slink across my lawn with dewy steps, lick my eaves and caress the naked branches with a thousand gentle tears."
I'm in agreement with the other commenters--this is great, in a mysterious, ethereal way. Fabulous images, and a great mix of beauty and sadness.
Delightful! This is a lovely word-picture. And it DOES feel whispered....
I do think it qualifies with all that images and word paintings. I loved it.
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would welcome critical comments for this prompt.
You've captured the feel and look of fog--gauzy veil leaving behind vague shapes. You've also allowed a peek at a deeper meaning and repeated some nice images--conifers spire, renaissance towers (do you live near Detroit?), feathered darts. Nice work!
This was so lyrical! Unbelievably gorgeous. The title is enough to draw the reader in.
I'm glad you hit the publish button.:)
Thank you Catherine. As always, you are so kind to me. Bless you.
Beautiful. Lyrical. Totally captivating. An awesome job....again!
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