deepundergroundpoetry.com
Eight
Eight, you illustrate imagination
For the amatory Autumn nights rouse
Crossing brushstrokes and thickets
Weaving wanderlust's every facet
With the rhythm of the pulsing stars
Legends sewn in silhouettes of chance
Airy are the skald's strings on my windowpane
So nigh, it seems, do you long to snare my dreams?
To entwine them, in distress of being scattered
Forfeit to the ephemeral winds
Or slivered by tender water drops
Not in sustenance, nor solace, nor charm
Possessed by fables in weary stitches
Good morrow awaits thee, my friend, undreamt
For the amatory Autumn nights rouse
Crossing brushstrokes and thickets
Weaving wanderlust's every facet
With the rhythm of the pulsing stars
Legends sewn in silhouettes of chance
Airy are the skald's strings on my windowpane
So nigh, it seems, do you long to snare my dreams?
To entwine them, in distress of being scattered
Forfeit to the ephemeral winds
Or slivered by tender water drops
Not in sustenance, nor solace, nor charm
Possessed by fables in weary stitches
Good morrow awaits thee, my friend, undreamt
Published 8th Dec 2012
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2
reading list entries 0
comments 2
reads 92
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
Anonymous
- Edited 15th May 2018 9:39pm
8th Dec 2012 9:01am
<< post removed >>
10th Dec 2012 7:44am
I too enjoyed this one. Again this is another poem Mourganna and I both found interesting! ;)
Eight is a magical number. It is the number of the Arrows of Chaos that stand for randomness and creativity. It is the number of esoteric virtues in certain ancient schools of medieval philosophical thought (though there are only seven basic Christian virtues in mainstream religious tradition). It is also, as in your illustration, the number of legs on a spider which symbolizes the weaving of the threads of fate. Eight has many meanings, and can mean something different to everyone.
In your poem, I sensed a creative journey to a magical place and a celebration of sorts. It is a magical poem, to be sure, and I liked it!
Eight is a magical number. It is the number of the Arrows of Chaos that stand for randomness and creativity. It is the number of esoteric virtues in certain ancient schools of medieval philosophical thought (though there are only seven basic Christian virtues in mainstream religious tradition). It is also, as in your illustration, the number of legs on a spider which symbolizes the weaving of the threads of fate. Eight has many meanings, and can mean something different to everyone.
In your poem, I sensed a creative journey to a magical place and a celebration of sorts. It is a magical poem, to be sure, and I liked it!
