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Date Posted: 08:36:54 01/21/01 Sun
Author: Highlander
Subject: Re: The Glass Turret
In reply to: Raphaela 's message, "The Glass Turret" on 07:07:45 01/14/01 Sun

Hi Raphaela, I was fortunate enough to read this a while back when you emailed me it. It is a beautifully constructed piece full of colours, life, prysms & visions and maybe it is just me but it "feels" like a screenplay/short book put together to form a nice poem. I enjoyed it second time around. Highlander X

>This is a poem I started some time ago but have never
>been able to get 'right' and I now think I am losing
>it. However, I am fond of it so don't want to just
>send it to recycle bin unless it is beyond repair and
>would be grateful of any constructive help anyone can
>offer.
>
>The Glass Turret (3)
>
>Sitting contentedly in her glass turret
>exposed to the world, yet protected
>silken-threaded needle darts in and out
>weaving all the rich colours of her life,
>from the greens of the enchanted forest,
>the cool blues of the sky, the pale white
>of the beautiful lilies which grow nearby.
>From time to time she stops her task
>looks up from her work to contemplate
>shakes her head then starts again
>faster and faster flies the thread
>the need to finish and escape so urgent.
>
>The midday sun beats down relentlessly
>the lush forest provides little shade
>sighing she wipes her glistening brow.
>Startled by the glare from the light
>reflecting and refracting off the scratches
>from the glass, where life�s knocks lay
>she puts down her needlework
>and looks out of the prison of her mind.
>She smiles serenely her secret smile
>spying the silver unicorn in the forest glade
>bowing gracefully to drink in gay abandon
>from the effervescent pool of life.
>
>Oppressive heat distorting views of life
>The entire glass turret becomes a prism
>displaying the entire spectrum of light
>so gay and bright it mocks her anxiety.
>Clutching her tightening heart she prowls
>with clenched fists beating walls so round
>the glass reverberates hollowly the sound
>Her soul, neither in nor out, cries out
>no escape from this imprisoned eternity.
>She glance at her tapestry of forest life
>the unicorn prancing through the glade
>half complete, but half yet to finish.
>
> Another prism splinters her fragile mind
>lunging forward she pulls at her work
>clawing frantically at delicate needlepoint
>tugging it until it is nearly all undone
>threads of her life barely hanging there.
>All composure on journey of no return
>smooth locks around her tumble down
>calm exterior giving way reveals her soul
>through eyes so blue in delicate landscape
>white dress shadows of grey reveals
>as she twirls around dancing her pirouette
>before collapsing to the ground.
>
>The unicorn looks up startled by the vision
>eyes wide, nostrils flared, ears laid back
>for one brief second their eyes meet
>an understanding agreed between the pair
>but she hesitated just one second too long
>as the unicorn retreats her mind explodes.
>Glass splinters everywhere within her soul
>as her thoughts disintegrate lose their hold
>whirling round and round like a tornado
>the scattered threads of her devastated mind
>she beats and bangs on shattered walls
>for all to see but none to understand.
>
>The glass turret can no more pain take
>it shatters completely a decaying heap.
>That night the silver unicorn returned
>but realised he was far too late
>for there in the enchanted forest glade
>lay the remains of the ethereal turret.
>Sharp spikes still caught the light
>this time though it was pale moonlight
>reflecting gently her rainbow pyre.
>Looking for his princess spied her there
>laying peacefully upon the top
>pinned down by a huge shaft of glass
>straight through her human heart.
>
>A tear rolled slowly down his cheek
>for so many dreams of theirs unlived.

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Replies:

Re: The Glass Turret -- Raphaela, 09:14:14 01/21/01 Sun
- Re: The Glass Turret -- Highlander, 14:36:21 01/21/01 Sun
  - Re: The Glass Turret -- Raphaela, 14:56:57 01/21/01 Sun
    - Re: The Glass Turret -- Highlander, 15:35:22 01/21/01 Sun