Flashes of Megan

by AllyOop   Jul 17, 2008


It's either weigh anchor or else the filmy scene
beyond my portal's frame is rolling fast away.
To the west, to the shore, the sunken end of day,
where I lived once and once there lived a minute queen.

A pleasure-seeking girl, brushed lustrous and pearled,
she would tread long to wait her turn absorbing light.
Even in drift we'd strive to keep nearer her sight,
because bereft that glimmer, flatter is the world.

I saw the siren wave in small but perfect scale,
and looking back I may've sensed the metronome,
dividing surface time for us to gaze her form,
and calling out which moment I should leave the rail.

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  • 16 years ago

    by gracey grey

    The very moment I came across this poem, somehow, it attracted me so profoundly......I must have read it about 10 times already, and I really love it with all honesty. Imagery is wonderful as mentioned. Makes me feel like issues and reality meets head on.Of two friends strolling amongst ' the shore' as time ticks away, maybe in-tune with what little life has to offer; in acceptance with a tinge of dejection. My favorite stanza is of course the last. Siren calling for life on its accord...... in due time. This is how I perceived this wonderfully crafted poem. Looking forward to reading more: definitely!

  • 16 years ago

    by ViolentlyDisturbed

    Really great poem !