Crimson Dawn

Crimson Dawn

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

There’s an angel down in my garden plot

But she’s overgrown with weeds,

She looms up out of the sassafras

Set back in among the trees.

I don’t know how long she’s stood out there

But her wings are green with moss,

And her tired face is a study in grace,

Reflecting a sense of loss.

 

‘Your flesh was an alabaster white

But it’s almost faded to grey,

You’re weather-worn, and you look forlorn

As if you’ve been cast away.

The days when you were a centrepiece

Of a garden, laid and fine,

Have now passed on, with the garden gone

But I’ve found you now, you’re mine.’

 

‘I promise I’ll clear the weeds away,

I’ll scrub the moss from your wings,

I’ll light that tender smile on your face

With the glow a spotlight brings,

I’ll bring you back to the glory you

Reflect from heaven’s spell,

And people will come adoring you

When I put in a wishing well.’

 

‘A wishing well for your hopes and dreams

And the hopes and dreams of them,

They’ll touch your gown and they’ll toss a coin

When they leave, they’ll wish you well.

I’ll sleep with you looking over me

And dream of the King of Kings,

And see his crown as he’s looking down

We’ll see what the future brings!’

 

I worked to see my promises kept

‘Til the angel gleamed and shone,

But one day there in the garden wept

For the angel there had gone.

She’d fluttered off from her plinth one night

With her feathered wings reborn,

And through my tears, and despite my fears

I rejoiced at the Crimson Dawn!

 

David Lewis Paget

© 2014 David Lewis Paget


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What don't you have a billion reviews, David - this is wonderful!

As always your metered tale runs smoothly and wondrously. As a landscaper, i love the thought of you diligently sorting the garden, then cleaning off the moss with such care - (there's an opening here for you, any time, dear friend.!).

But most of all the end is as near a surprise miracle as words can b. It flies, it soars, it shines.. tis truly beautiful.

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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"And her tired face is a study in grace,
Reflecting a sense of loss." - profound D. loved it.

"She’d fluttered off from her plinth one night
With her feathered wings reborn,
And through my tears, and despite my fears
I rejoiced at the Crimson Dawn!" - keep the angels I want a DLP for my conservatory

Beautiful Dewi, just beautiful

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is so beautiful, it gave me the shivers when reading it. It is going into my favorites, thank you for this sweet and tender write. Valentine

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Any diamond in the rough you find, you clean and polish one day leaves for its destination. Even if we have to part but that makes us happy as we know it is now fulfilling its destiny and not decaying in neglect.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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David, most times your write inspires me, and lessens all my fears. That the glory of The Poet, faded through the years. But you give hope and clarity to the virtues of this Art. This poem brings awe, to my very core, it's beauty fills my heart. ( I hope that the Poetry Police are not around, as I confess, your Poetry is my drug of choice!!). Barbz

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful--the way the angel was cared for and refurbished--until she was able to break free of the earth and take her rightful place. The dwans must all be brighter now...

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Your imagination and creativity is second to none. To have such an imagination, and be able to effectively express the idea in poetry is an art-form you've mastered better than the rest. Despite the fact that I love every poem, I rarely leave a review because I simply can't find the words that are worthy for the poem. To only write, "I love it" is a review that is not good enough for the craft you share with us.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

lovely work David, a true spirit of christmas poem, could really be a play for TV i think at this time of year it would make a great hit, merry christmas to you and yours :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


Dave, this is magnificent. I love this one so much! Really moving and just lovely.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

What don't you have a billion reviews, David - this is wonderful!

As always your metered tale runs smoothly and wondrously. As a landscaper, i love the thought of you diligently sorting the garden, then cleaning off the moss with such care - (there's an opening here for you, any time, dear friend.!).

But most of all the end is as near a surprise miracle as words can b. It flies, it soars, it shines.. tis truly beautiful.

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget

Moonta, South Australia, Australia



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