When painting in poetry gives colour!

Trying to act out fictional ramblings sober while trying to act tipsy. Something different to appease me!

Painting in poetry,

poetry in colour.

When poetry paints

images of feelings

the canvas is born

in a melody of words

sung in verse

that flows heavenly through out.

Stop! No! That's the wine talking!

....through the spiral staircase of time

 there's a sword in the middle of the road

where beauty lies on the back steps 

of ancient yesterday -

be it legend or curse 

driving through the countryside

below the dark clouds gallery,

one hears the whispers

of lichen minds attached

to castle ruins....

 

now back to the wine.....

an empty glass

and a chalice of thoughts

that echo on the lips of

drunkard memories

of a knight that has fallen

on his sword and the princess

that has fled on a horse

with a lover that laments

why me.

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Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the medieval feeling in this proves that love crosses many centuries and lives and poets have forever written of the joy and pain...
storming the castle of affections, crossing the dangerous moat and sometimes falling prey to what lies within...never quite reaching the walls, or over them. Your writing always has color.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you J for your kind words as always nice to hear from you.

[Chris Shaw]

Wine or no wine you took me back to medieval times and I found myself wandering the corridors within the castle walls. Knights and princesses, you had me thinking of Lancelot here and Guinevere plus those banquets they so enjoyed. I love visiting old castles. All the ghosts come out to meet me and they make me so welcome. Lovy visual read.

Chris

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you for your kind words as always Chris and I will return the love:)