Alchemy of Age

Alchemy of Age

A Poem by Moon's fairest daughter

For decay is life's fate...
What alchemy He doth create!
In an armour of rusted iron,
Icarus screams his impotency.
Each sinew's screw squeaks.
Like a rat, held midair by its tail,
I dangle by a strand of wilted grass.
Fragile like a porcelain doll.
As though the smallest tremor
would dismantle me.

© 2018 Moon's fairest daughter

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dear beautiful poet i hear your chemical fate, stay with each day, find a future in the now, stay young forever in the poetry of your heart.


Posted 5 Days Ago

Alchemy was a marvelous science. A lot of the old masters practiced it. It led to may wonderful things like you are trying to convey in this poem. Grazie Mille...

Posted 1 Week Ago

well you hit on the alchemy for sure,loved it.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago

Interesting poem. Very poetic and deep and powerful. Tyfs!!!

Posted 3 Weeks Ago

I love how you express here the fragility of life.

well done

Posted 3 Weeks Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moon's fairest daughter

3 Weeks Ago

Thanks for the review! :))

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Added on January 27, 2018
Last Updated on January 27, 2018


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