song itself came to the back stairs of the castle
in a drenching rain
like the princess in old fairy stories, refrains
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I like the play of associations here. The visitant bears marks of wear and tear, but also former glory: CLOTH OF GOLD IS FRAYED and SILKEN SHOES WORN. Yet dream-refrains bring flowers to a neglected altar (perhaps where your mother once played piano) . Wonderful to describe her as a WISHING STONE. That makes me think of ripples. Perhaps light from the candelabra within her eyes is dancing on those ripples. Patterns of dancing light on dark water mirror the stars in PLUM-TINGED SKIES.
A fabulous poem! Many congratulations for this dazzling piece of poetry being selected as POD!
Beautifully impressed upon the mind! Mary Angela, Congratulations On Poem Of The Day!
Seeking refuge! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Nicely done. Congratulations for having it selected as poem of the day!
Congratulations for this your Poem being selected for the 'Poem of the day! !
Very Beautiful Poem... Expressed in very perfect Verses.. I loved these lines very much, song itself came to the back stairs of the castle in a drenching rain seeking refuge tears indistinguishable from rain and her cloth of gold.. thanks for sharing Poet! ! 10! - Siddartha!
Beautiful, evocative, lyrical... replete with fresh use of words in phrases and lines... enjoyed it a lot...
a creative write that flickers bright of a common tale about gold and hail? ................well written Mary
How could have I missed reading this beautiful, artistic poem on poem of the day page. March 1 2017... definitely because of travel.