Gargoyle

The title got me interested but the read itself had a whole new meaning.

Forever born a flamboyant child
under a May morning with crystal eyes,

^^A dark title yet this poem starts with heart warming lines. It gives a fairy like image of a child.

through the years knuckles became
swollen, dirty.

^^Here it just turns everything around. I got an impression that this child had to fight to stay alive from "bullies" from the dangers nearing her.

Devastation encrypted novels-

^^I like this line and for some reason it stood out for me as it reminded me about the DaVinci Code. Yet in this instance there is a much more weighty sadness rather then a mystery one.

Condemning my spirited youth
with pockets full of mystical
nothings, empty dreams-

^^It just gets darker and more sadder. Like a weight that is within yet unseen by others. Just one thing, this line: with pockets full of mystical nothings, empty dreams-I feel there should be an added word for eg mystical nothings and empty dreams. Not sure if its just me but it just so abrupt without a word between; perhaps dots could do the work too for it leaves the reader to wonder between mystical nothings and empty dreams.

I stand vigil to death,
a Gargoyle in the night
of a shadowy dream....

^^Now I like this ending for it gives a clear cut picture of the title and the very meaning of it...nicely penned Andrea.

Powerful, sad write.

Em

Andrea, you always bring such lushness to your writes. Everything flows like smooth silk. This is just beautiful -