slowly the dusk wilts,
trembling like silk flowers on her lips
as the light wraps round itself,
in a million knots, some exotic dream -
re-reading old letters.
her dark hair shadows the October moon
as she sleeps,
fused to memories of days
ripe purple upon the heath, of being one -
eyes dewed with love.
there from the frozen sky,
he smiles still, reciting lines that
since long burnt in his perfect heart,
transcending death and re-birth -
to woo her sweet Soul.
©Mohana Das
(I meant this as a little dedication to one of my favorite poets. Written as an afterthought to the movie “Bright Star”)
awww….nice love poem….and i like the woo-ing…that is an art itself…smiles.
loved that movie… this stands on its own so well, but yes, now that you say it, i see the connection. lovely.
‘the dusk wilts…’ very potent phrasing–and lovely language throughout. Beautiful, Mohana.
Really beautiful!!
A wonderful ode to Keats and to the bio pic about him. Lovely.
These lines are the best part as per me, “in a million knots, some exotic dream -
re-reading old letters.”… once again good one mohana…
I adore this: “her dark hair shadows the October moon”
It is all so gorgeous and romantic, particularly toward the end:
“there from the frozen sky,
he smiles still, reciting lines that
since long burnt in his perfect heart”
“transcending death and re-birth -
to woo her sweet Soul.”
Such beautiful words, such a lovely thought. Nicely penned, Mohana.
You had me at wilting dusk. Marvelous!
Perfect, I love this poem so much.
Beautiful tribute to a very passionate poet.
Everything about your poetry is beautifully sensual.
Sensual and quite beautiful, Mohana.
Pamela
Beautifully written. It’s very gentle and sensual
Beautiful beautiful poetry.
Anna
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