The Skyfall Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

The Skyfall



the abyss being bespoken
sounds more quiet than your fate
and louder than your history
like a body tortured stretched
on an inquisition inventory quest
thus the sky fell and was left lying
pinned in between the lines
in a dying Atlas alas
the words too empty could no longer
stretch the horizon lines
the wordles twisted aflame
were put out one by one
the ashen tattoos on his muscles
a feeble piercing on the tip of his tongue
a circled earring in his ear
twinkling chains around the starry ankles
and a curve unknown around his navel
all of them sing the tune of dust
piercing through the lelek night

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Maya Hanson 10 January 2014

the abyss being bespoken sounds more quiet than your fate- Great words, i like it a lot! ~mye3

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C N Prem Kumar 15 November 2012

Unique rhyme scheme. Wonderful!

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C N Prem Kumar 15 November 2012

Unique rhyme scheme. Wonderful!

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