Alchemy


Were she mine, then I would twine

Her ropes of pearls in salty swirls

Her charms of ink in dangling rings

And her spells of sighs in sparkling guise

And whisper words of dreamland girt

In chimes of windless, ringing rhymes,

In chests of lockless, burnished depths,

And in mirrors made by hands of jade

And were she mine, I would design

Deep hills of moory, misty thrills

Gold glades of timeless, nymphly shade

Whole worlds in teeming, softened seeming –

So were she mine, I would not pine

For endless tales and hooded vales,

For secret doors and distant shores,

Nor for enchantments lacking

Elizabeth Cook, 2014

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9 comments

  1. Judicious choices of language make this poem delightful to read aloud and is enhanced by the attentive rhyme scheme. Beautiful work.

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