Scarlet candles, going nowhere
Hidden chambers, forlorn angels,
After midnight
secret despair
Scarlet candles.
Tears of passion through life’s trials.
For spent pleasures never compare,
Where hope shines bright, through pure vials,
Loves desire, each beat aware,
Beautiful grace, tender ripples,
Divine tremor each vein prepare
Scarlet candles.
(Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white
as snow – Isaiah 1:18)
A Roundel Written for Poets United – The Heart
divine tremor each vein prepare...that is an arresting line alan.
ReplyDeletenice on the wrap around back to the candles as well.
Not a wasted word, and the rhyme scheme is quite nice.
ReplyDeleteDivine seems right when red candles and vials of hope coexist. "Never compare" you sneak in to bridge between ideas, and I imagine a person on his/her knees at prayer. Red candles, scarlet blood flow in our veins.
ReplyDeleteJust lovely, Alan. Nothing more beautiful than scarlet candles.
ReplyDeleteScarlet candles, a beautiful way to begin and end. Really like the third stanza!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, and poignant, with its "hidden chambers, forlorn angels."
ReplyDeleteAlan,
ReplyDeleteSuch a passion and such depths. Soul searching and also appreciative of love and its qualities.
Eileen
Scarlet candles will always remain white where love is concerned! Nicely Alan!
ReplyDeleteHank
Really captivated by forlorn angels and devine tremor ....wonderfully imaginative....
ReplyDeletea heart filled with emotion, sometimes id difficult to take care of..............but with god's grace it can be
ReplyDeleteI don't understand all of it, but what I do understand is beautiful. And I love the verse at the end, of this and all your poems. But especially this one.
ReplyDeletethere are many sides of love...it can be dark even
ReplyDeleteI specially like this: Where hope shines bright, through pure vials ~
ReplyDeleteLovely quote as well ~
Amazing perfection the plan that allows us to experience imperfection without losing our soul.
ReplyDeleteThose scarlet candles are magnetic and tell a wonderful story
ReplyDeleteFeel the swaying rhythm of your poem...images, inspired by scarlet candles - so attractive although they are in the past...~ Love the poem.
ReplyDeleteAha..the beautiful scarlet candles conjure up some romantic images, alan. So beautifully penned! :)
ReplyDeleteVivid!
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