Mausoleum

The graveyard rings a bell of blossoms, the

White and pink lush bonnet of spring.

Dainty lace embroidery dances with the daisies;

Songbird, will you sing for me?

A gentle tweet of yellowed parchment, 

Carried away with the honeysuckle breeze,

I will remember etched words savored on my cotton tongue

This morning that smelled of freshly laundered sheets.

From my bed of soaking ink,

I look to the sky that pours flowing water streams.

These stains of violet bathe in permanent veins

That spread like wine to bagged white bread.

Withered buds retreat to their bruised homes,

Hardened by the cutting arctic chill.

The hand of the phantom rattles skeleton graves, for

Bones bloom in a final dusty plague.

This foul perfume, rancid to the nostrils, 

Has tainted the honeysuckle breeze for far too long;

Fragile little songbird, 

Why do you lie broken on the ground?

Author's Note

I wrote this straight through, so I apologize for any mistakes.
I like writing mostly because I can disguise anything I want behind words. I would appreciate feedback.

Reviews

[Audrey Howitt]

Great job Hayley! It is somewhat enigmatic, but that works well here. A little darker write than usual for you I think--at least from what I have read of your work--I like it!

[Mark Wallace]

Rather enigmatic poem. What's the "foul perfume"? What does the "arctic chill" represent? There don't seem to be any clues in the poem. But I guess that's deliberate. As you say, words can disguise. The language here is nice, but I've no idea what it means, beyond that it's something pessimistic and dark. Probably only you know how meaningful this poem is, or if it's meaningful at all.

[Chris]

The sad part of hiding is not being found...

[Larry Dyson]

ok the earth is killing out her songbirds ..due to lack or greenpeace..action...what did i miss?

[Chris]

Your work is really something else. There is always something hidden beneath. SOmething I feel that I need to derive. You always have me scanning for that deep, hidden meaning which is your greatest quality.

You have a solid grip on language, imagery, and rhythmn that I've become rather envious of.

[piggy]

kinda gloomy and sad in a beautiful way

whose been roughing up the songbird?

[Aleyah]

Beautiful! I just read this and was captured with the breathtaking imagery and the emotion pouring out of this poem :) I love it! Fantastic piece :)

[Nobody.]

You have a solid grip on the language and a good mind for imagery, rhythm and meaning. Again, another kick-a*s piece.
cheers!

[Omar Fendri]

This poem makes me thoroughly believe, now, Edgar Allan Poe's quote when he said _Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words_ ... and undoubtedly the sacredness of this poem is not only presented in the its beauty but also in the powerfulness of each line, in the imagination... This is artistic and absolutely one of the best poems I've ever read. I like the fact that I needed to stop reading and repeat each line like three times to get the whole idea. Clever.

Dainty lace embroidery dances with the daisies; ^_^LOVE
the last stanza's breathtaking