Last Monarch

Last Monarch

A Poem by Perdition

I heard it

almost silently


almost a droplet when first I heard the hour and glass

that sense that comes after others have faded

that moment when fear has ruined their souls


But not hers

 

I heard the slip in stars

the last monarch with wings spread over 

orange tilting over the daydreams of my last intent


eyes of occasion

swaying like dancers in the open impossibilities


anything

something


knowing more than she believes

knowing in someplace she intends


or maybe just knowing

 

I heard the hour and glass

after everything was gone 


I heard my own voice knowing in silence

knowing that she’ll whisper my name again

and I’ll whisper hers to end what she's never known

the whisper I dared to intend all along




© 2019 Perdition



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I like the way you take nature, the butterfly and use it as allegory to take the reader through a tale of love that hangs unsaid until courage is sought out.

Posted 5 Days Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

5 Days Ago

Ah you must be versed in lepidopterology and it is wonderful to draw lessons from nature.
Perdition

5 Days Ago

First time I've ever heard that word but I have a very keen eye for watching out for things in natur.. read more
John Alexander McFadyen

5 Days Ago

My pleasure Sir.
she is never gone in your thoughts...the whisper of her in your ears will be infinite...
great division of lines here.
the last stanza blows me away..."and I'll whisper hers to end what she's never known"

wow...i wish i had written that line.
j.

Posted 5 Days Ago


Perdition

5 Days Ago

Many thanks and congrats on reaching the top writer today... It's an honor to be reviewed by the top.. read more
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I pinning this into my library...I will return with thoughts once I have fully immersed from my cocoon :)

Posted 1 Week Ago


Perdition

1 Week Ago

So many thoughts ...so little time..lol. Thanks Queen!
There are flickers of romance that dance throughout this piece, like a moth to a flame. I was told once that butterflies are messengers of God, lilting down to earth in the presence of someone dear. Your work is compelling to read, with a tendency to stick to the soul.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Perdition

2 Weeks Ago

I"ve heard the same myself where they appear in places not normally seen such as out at sea or at mo.. read more
' .. that sense that comes after others have faded .. that moment when fear has ruined their souls.. '

There's something about butterflies.. Their fragility deceives yet, their wings flutter tirelessly against glass only to continue their journey when others have failed long, long before. And inevitably will.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Perdition

2 Weeks Ago

Hey you...Yeah..the butterflies do seem to me a serious reflection of matters beyond the usual..I th.. read more
How sensitive is that? way deep into the very soul? images which are beyond than images, for those who know and feel what these words are, a far away Love, maybe unrequited but in my opinion and how I read it, the bond is too tight in the spirits to be unrequited, I see it was fate or/and life which played their parts there, and yes, You should have and "dared" to whisper, now that her spirit is dancing in the air and You can feel each trace You are conferred again, that some time, some day, You two will be dancing together again, even when death has separated You, one thing caught my attention, I got that feeling that You seem to understand her endless capabilities more than she did to herself, and more assured in a belief that lives inside You, honestly I found a lot of my self here, of course including the photo :) superb my friend superb...

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Light

2 Weeks Ago

I think I didn't put it into the right words, You said, "especially the ending as that does have a m.. read more
Perdition

2 Weeks Ago

hahaha....well I'll join ya and we can listen out for that silence unintended but I'm certain we cou.. read more
Light

2 Weeks Ago

lol lol lol that's sound with "no" sound so good, excuse me now I must run awayyyy... 🌈🦋

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