Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #499

Before I Fell
by Belinda Roddie

Before I fell from Heaven, my eyes caught
a glimpse of a fair maiden on a cloud;
her hair was inky black, her face was taut
from trauma, and her lips curled up like proud
waves on the sea. And as I tumbled down,
I thought I heard her sing, though I could not
comprehend the words. Torn from my own crown
and lyre, I felt my face all boiling hot
as my head clung to the strange, warbling tune:
Had she been singing a lullaby, or
an elegy for damnéd sun and moon,
or for the angel with both sad wings torn?
I would never know, for, in Gaia's sweet
embrace, I listened to my own heartbeat.



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