Love’s Grief

But with wings furled and grace a stranger here;
the mountains sought all lost in shrouded mist.
I stumble; cold, bereft of hope or cheer,
for bloodless husks cannot return a kiss.

Felt a cold chill down my spine when I read that verse.
Short yet so emotive, good work.

thanks Pin ;)

I agree, that last stanza was darkly powerful, especially liked the bloodless husk!
Your poems have a broad reach, well done.

Did notice you made too and too when you possibly meant to and to in the first stanza.

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Karen

Thanks Karen, changed the 'too's'; always doing it and don't know why, jeez;) Thanks for reading.

Such a brilliant poem Chris, even though there's despair the beauty still lingers! Impossible to pick out my favourite lines ;)

Magic xxx

Thanks Magic; appreciated ;) XX

This is really beautiful. The imagery is mouth-watering ;-)

The middle stanza is my favourite, but the whole thing is just perfect in my opinion. The atmosphere of the poem is enchanting. The structure and rhythm are just right for this poem. As always, well done and thank you for posting another great read.

Nathan.

Hi Chris,
This is beautiful.Full of every kind of strong
emotion.
Thanks for your comments on my children's stories.
Jacqueline

Cheers Jacqueline and your welcome ;)

Thanks for the cherry folks; cheered up a wet Monday morning ;)

Lovely, delicate. Margot

Thanks Margot ;)