Monday, May 27, 2013

Beauty Crowds Me Till I Die

Prompt from Creative Writing Prompts:  "Wax some poetics and take your cue from Emily Dickinson.  Start your poem with the line 'beauty crowds me till I die'". (prompt #335)


Beauty crowds me till I die
upon entering the palace of marble floors, mirrored walls and glass cases.

Proffering their wares to the masses
in an unholy cathedral.

A heady swirl of fragrances
dispensed by painted ladies
in medical attire wrap me in their cloak of jasmine, vanilla and desperation.

The dazzling lights reflect upon their whitened enamel
and their soulless eyes.

Beauty crowds me until I die
gasping for relief.

- Jenn Mossholder, 31 and 3 Productions

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