Castle Crumbling

Castle Crumbling

A Poem by Attentive_Ambience

Have you ever heard the sound of rain falling upon a glass castle? Neither have I - But: I imagine it to sound like a delicate bell. Each drop a vital ingredient to the overall production. And when I bend down to kiss the princess I’ll wake up. Because a kiss never tasted so cold. 

© 2018 Attentive_Ambience


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very imaginative imagery in this poem...unexpected directions it takes.
the kiss waking up the speaker not the princess...as she is so cold...he realizes it's time to move on.
j.

Posted 5 Months Ago


This imagery is very interesting. I like it a lot. I can imagine it sounding like a bell as the rain hits the glass. I’m curious as to what the colon symbolizes, but I’m sure it holds significance.
I loved reading this!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Attentive_Ambience

2 Years Ago

Thank you :) Honestly, the colon was just for my own aesthetic pleasure. Sure, it's probably breakin.. read more
H L Rose

2 Years Ago

Haha, yes they are. You do you!

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Added on February 8, 2018
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