Merlot

Merlot

A Poem by Luna Evangeline

Like a  drained bottle,   her soul is empty. To

soothe her singed nerves, only one thing belongs

inside.   In her  nightly dreams,  it  rains, fast

and hard like a mighty thunderstorm. The only

difference? It rains red, the color of young rose

petals. The drops are bitter-sweet, gently wa-

rming her insides as they glide down. It’s the

forbidden drink, the forsaken divinity that dri-

ves her wild with want during the day and in-

fests her thoughts at night. Within herself she

is a barren desert, begging with dying

lungs for one mere ribbon of

scarlet temptation to

bless  her

tortured

 soul.W-

henever

that r-

 osy, bl-

ushing

nectar

trickl-

es do-

wn her

needy

throa-

t, she

is free like a bird released from

her cage, only to realize that she has broken wings.

© 2013 Luna Evangeline


Author's Note

Luna Evangeline
Note that this is an extremely rough draft and I haven't yet worked out the little spacing kinks. It may not look perfect yet...but hopefully you get the idea of the shape. I also have yet to choose a font. Anyway, thanks for reading.

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Interesting format, I like the impact the form has in combination with your words, well done.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Luna Evangeline

10 Years Ago

Thank you, I appreciate it.
You've created a stunning visual in the poem. The "wine" flows beautifully. Your choice of imagery is deep and rich. The stem is a bit hard to read but it's worth it simply for the experience of such an interesting poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Luna Evangeline

10 Years Ago

Thank you very much. The stem of course is my biggest struggle at this point. Thank you for the prai.. read more
I like the form and format. Typically I'm not one for poetry that attempts to confine itself to a "picture" form because the beat and meter are usually lost to it, but this is different. You have a very nice flow. I love the worplay you use: "In her nightly dreams, it rains fast and hard like a mighty thunderstorm"--great line and great image in one. You may have a little to work out in the "stem" portion of this one, it did get a tiny big choppy, but otherwise, well done!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Luna Evangeline

10 Years Ago

Thank you Sarah. I agree: you either love picture poetry or you hate it. I just wrote this on a whim.. read more
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