A Poem's Ransom

By Stranger

Before birth
Before time
Before the matter in my body
remembers being created

A gift was given to me of
a crystal spider
and a silver quill

Tools for crafting the perfect poem
Out of the perfect pain

With them I shall pen a story of gorgeous misery
That will twist the metal of my soul into platinum petals
And with fine, spun glass,
I will weave them into a flower

Kneeling, I will offer it to you
In exchange for forever

For this is not my gift
And this is not a vision eternal

For here the stories have endings
And you are my perfect pain

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Published on Friday, April 25, 2003. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "A Poem's Ransom"

On Sunday, May 1, 2005, Kinkypoptart (555) wrote:

*searches for words with infin* Great write. ~*~Tart~*~
On Saturday, March 6, 2004, Mistress Morbid (405) wrote:

lost for words...
On Friday, July 25, 2003, urbanhumility (1158) wrote:

concise and perfect, your words are fine, and worthy of the intent you portray........beautiful.....urban
On Tuesday, May 13, 2003, CharlottesWeb (509) wrote:

I love your work;)...this is especially vivid. Cut clean, and hung straight up with delicate detail...wonderful. ~DW~
On Tuesday, April 29, 2003, SnowQueen (59) wrote:

Wow.. that reads so beautifully.. Made my heart beat a little faster. Great work stranger..
On Friday, April 25, 2003, liquid_emotion (323) wrote:

fascinating mix of carnal and fragile... great ending line.
On Friday, April 25, 2003, Aurora_Light (472) wrote:

wow nice
On Friday, April 25, 2003, Jonas (715) wrote:

perfectly constructed. not a line missing or out of place. romantic, like cold steel on naked skin, but still tender, like learning to love again.