Alchemy of Age

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.

Reviews

[Esteban Morfín]

The imagery is perfect in this one. Such strong feelings. Such vivid images in my mind.

[An owl on the moon]

What a beautiful fragility. An aching flows through each line, woven from the wings of Icarus. And you take the ancient voice and awaken it even in this moment, and he lives again, somehow his soul mingled into yours. Oh, who can condemn the joy of wishing to reach the heavens on wild wings?

[Alfred Kukitz]

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.

regards,
al

[Sami Khalil]

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...

[Moonie]

Thank you for reading and reviewing!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...

[wordman]

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

[Moonie]

Thank you!

[wordman]

my pleasure

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

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

[Moonie]

Thank you for the review!

[BlackPrince]

I love how you express here the fragility of life.

well done

[Moonie]

Thanks for the review! :))