CUE

[deusssexmachina]

CUE

Into the twisted wrinkles of the city after midnight
An exhausted Muse trampled by heavy boots dives
Surrounded by foggy angst rising from her cigarette
A friend and passion easily hid in one hand or pocket

Jewels of her eyes unnoticed or easily dismissed
Uncompromising dirt staining them (and her soul)
She sings in a silent voice

Comments

[vyvyan_wilde]

Really neat feeling you evoked with this poem, especially in this line- "Into the twisted wrinkles of the city after midnight"
I liked the imagery there a lot.

[deusssexmachina]

Thanks xD It is the first poem I´ve written in my life, so it was a personal challenge so to say. Thus I don´t expect high rating, good to know someone liked.

[jewelsverne]

Wow, this is a fantastic effort for your first poem! I thought it was wonderful. The imagery and the words were so powerful.

She sings in a silent voice echoed by the dying stars
A wicked grin barely covered by two bony hands - This was my favourite section. Love the description here. Awesome job on this! :)

[deusssexmachina]

Thank you!
It was really difficult to write a poem in English. I think writing poems in a language that is not your own is much more problematic than writing fiction, thats why I have never ventured there before...

[jewelsverne]

Oh, I didn't realize that English wasn't your native language. Now I'm even more impressed. :) What is your native language, if you don't mind me asking?

[deusssexmachina]

It is *grumble grumble* Czech.

[katden]

Oh! The words, the words! This is lovely, yet it has a dark undercurrent that adds to the attraction! Wonderful first poem!

[rephen]

Gorgeous imagery, and subtly dark. Beautiful work, and wow for a first poetry! I enjoyed this very much <3