it is a stage, an arena for the drama
of love, of lust, of death, of lukewarm
pain mingled in the milk that you sip
every night, licking the remnant mirth
that which still remains in tears of Pompeii
ash, ash, ash, I see ash, I kiss sublime art
of the fates, renewing with every birth
arriving with scars one can not erase,
one can see how it streamed, the lava
ravishing every sinew, skin and shirt,
it is a stage, an arena, above and under,
where past reels its role in the blessed lore
For Oloriel’s Poetry Prompt at We Drink Because We’re Poets, where the task is to write a reverse acrostic using one of the words suggested.
9 thoughts on “Amphitheatre”
Greatly written my friend.
Lots of love
Thanks, Patty. Hope you are doing good and that your second book release went fine. 🙂
Very well written and I do love that photo that accompanies and illustrates the post.
nice….i have seen double acrostics which are both sides, but dont know that i have ever seen and end letter acrostic honestly…quite a vivid piece thinking about like pompeii or other volcanic eruptions as well…
Very well crafted. The history of Pompeii is fascinating, too.
I’m with Brian haven’t seen an end word acrostic, great patience to write this way, well done anmol
Dear God, this is some beautiful art.