Amor Litteras In Antiquis (The Old Love Letter)

A short piece of 3 stanzas. Romantic classical poetry.

Velvet paper tinctured pink,
A red rose at its crest;
The whittled feather, bathed in ink,
Set to bare its best.
A lambent candle close at hand
With dancing, flitting flare;
Where evening translates its command
And nothing stirs the air.

Words are authored, truly writ,
Where, from the soul they flow;
As on the page they snugly sit,
Affection to bestow.
Filling out each careful line,
Each one a work of art,
Hand and mind, with pen, entwine
Concerted to the heart.

And when the tender prose she'll read
And tastes the chaste romance.
She feels a shivered chill, indeed,
Deep in her breast ~ per chance?
And as the fondest words engage,
Seen through her moistened eyes:
A teardrop falls to blot the page
And stays and never dries.


      

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

A beautiful poem Alan. You paint a moment perfectly captured of creative art to stir the heart and move the reader to emotion. It's one of the secrets why I write. In hopes to accomplish that same tender gift. Thank you for sharing your poem with us.

[Alan S Jeeves]

Thank you Carlos, your words are much appreciated. I am pleased that you enjoyed.

Kind regards, Alan

[William Michael Reeves]

Hey Jeeves! Reeves here. To me it is clear that poetry is something you hold dear. Well written from what my eyes hear, and as a poet I have to cheer! And I hope that ladyfish you'll be able to spear ~ with your poetic tear.

Billigami

[Alan S Jeeves]

Ha ha, well rhymed Bill. This piece is (hopefully) classical poetry plucked straight from the romantic era. In today's world of email and phone text I guess such letters are obsolete. That's progress yet, have we not lost something along the way ? Kind regards, Alan

[William Michael Reeves]

I'd like to think beautiful words are written regardless of the method they are sent and received. But you have a point. Lost in the art of handwritten letters, are the tears that might have stained the page.