Jun 2020
Her grey skin blended, seamlessly,
against the sharp river rocks.
The careless eye would have missed,
if it weren’t for the red blood
that painted her angel wings.
Scene of rampant tears,
for the unsettling beauty it exuded.
Blue eyes piercing the soul
of the purple sky and high above.
“My love, my love!” Violently, he breathed,
for he had lost her long before,
before she stepped off concrete road,
the bridge the lovers called “Lenore”.
against the sharp river rocks.
The careless eye would have missed,
if it weren’t for the red blood
that painted her angel wings.
Scene of rampant tears,
for the unsettling beauty it exuded.
Blue eyes piercing the soul
of the purple sky and high above.
“My love, my love!” Violently, he breathed,
for he had lost her long before,
before she stepped off concrete road,
the bridge the lovers called “Lenore”.
In this poem, I’m referencing or alluding to the lost love “Lenore” in Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven”. I took inspiration from it because of the way it romanticizes death, and I felt it would go well with the tone of this poem. I was also inspired by the song “Roslyn” by Bon Iver and St. Vincent.
