Marina, Marina!

How Marina was born, this one's special to me.

Bleeding cries through hollow wood,

in the depths of the canyon.

Echoes of mania,

in skies over Magnolia,

with fingertips grasped,

and unlocked on Springfield,

where your mother boasted over your vainglory.

To Summit, 

where purgatory and paradise merged in the process,

like clockwork,

calculated over dinner with the President;

Birthed she was,

Lovely Marina! 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I have to say Marina, I am particularly drawn to the lines which Jacob has already mentioned.

Purgatory and paradise, now that is the last agonising push before the pinnacle is reached. I have only given birth once, but how I remember it.

Chris

Chris

[lovelymarina]

What a beautiful comparison! Purgatory and paradise can take you to a lot of places.. mentally… I fear to feel those things at once ever again…

Thank you for your kind review :)

Much love as always, XX
Marina

[jacob erin-cilberto]

What a great last line of the second stanza.
I like the mother line so well too, and purgatory and paradise merging, as they often do...
it does seem so.
really strong imagery here.
j.

[lovelymarina]

Glad you liked it, J. Thanks for the review as always.
Marina