This post was linked on 14th June 2016 as a response to dVerse Poets Pub Chisel me a conversation
Sleeping Angel
The daily dirge of traffic
Beyond the walls of marble town
Cannot wake the frozen angel
From her eternal sleep
Her skin of stone
Scattered with the detritus of life
Leaf twig dust
Is cold to touch
Only moss and lichen thrive
On flightless wings
Hair and robe of stone
Cannot flow
Her feet and toes
Are frozen in a pose
Mirroring the corpse below
writing in north norfolk 
Wow incredible!
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Thank you.
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My pleasure Kim!
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Gorgeous photo and poem!
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I really like the picture…
you have put it so beautifully into this poem.
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“scattered with the detritus of life….flightless wings…” this is so touching — so sad. She lies prostrate, an angel in grief. Beautifully done.
It would really be helpful if you could add a mention of dVerse with a link embedded – at the end of the poem. This will lead others to the site — and hopefull they might join us as you have here. So very glad you posted this.
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I’ll have to add the link in the morning – I’m off to bed!
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Sleep well! 🙂
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Thank you, Lillian. I am actually reading this the next morning at 6.30!
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I’m particularly drawn to this line:
“Her skin of stone” There’s just something about the smooth and soft and rough of that…
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The poem fits the picture perfectly:
‘Hair and robe of stone
Cannot flow
Her feet and toes
Are frozen in a pose
Mirroring the corpse below’
This part in particular, gets to me.
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Thankyou, Freya. I’ll be back in the morning to read – I’m ready for bed after a long day. 😴
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The mirror of the corpse below… that is perfect for the image.
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I really admire how beautifully you have chosen to depict her 🙂
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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Thank you Sanaa. It’s now the next morning and I can’t wait to read what everyone else has written!
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That last line is the perfect end to the poem. And the picture makes me wonder who is buried there as well. Why is that person so important to the angel that she would lay there for so long?
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Thank you, Linda. I couldn’t find a name, so I suppose we’ll never know the answer.
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I too wondered who is buried there Kim. Admiring the ending lines, which gave me pause. A wonderful response to the prompt.
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Thank you, Grace.
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I enlarged the photo so I could see it better. It appears the angel is laying on a cloud with a pillow under her head. It seems an unusual pose for an angel. I loved your voice in this and how powerful that she mirrors the corpse below…beautifully done, Kim.
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Thank you, Gayle. I can’t remember where I found her – it might have been in a cemetery in Verona when I was looking for Juliet’s grave.
I’m looking forward to reading your response when I’ve properly woken up!
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I also did a same thing. Because image size is too small in this post.
~Diana
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Thank you for letting me know.
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Thank you for letting me know. I’ve enlarged it!
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I liked “beyond the walls of marble town” and the frozen feet. Such empathy you show here!
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Thank you for reading and commenting, Nan.
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Reblogged this on writing in north norfolk and commented:
Reblogged as a response to https://dversepoets.com/2016/06/14/chisel-me-a-conversation/
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the person below was surely another angel…what an exquisite response to the prompt!…
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Thank you, Sumana!
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Chilling and very powerful poem, Kim!
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Thank you, Carol 🙂
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You’re welcome!
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The angel is protecting the person below; such a beautiful sculpture to write about as is the image for the eyes.
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Thank you, Kathy.
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Seems you’ve channeled the stone and deceased through your poem, Carol. Quite the rendering!
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Sorry Kim. Having computer issues and my phone screen is hard to read lately.
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Wow! I’ve never seen a grave like that… It’s beautiful and so is your poem.
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Thank you, Maria 😊
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You’ve sculpted a rich image with your words…gives story to the photo.
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A most interesting sculpture and your poem has a lovely flow. I especially like the sound of this line…”Leaf twig dust is cold to touch”
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Thanks for reading 😁
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WiNks.. thaT iS an empty
FeeLinG to me too2.. now..
seeing a cardboard Angel..
you kNow the pre-cut size..
in statue.. without the soUl
laid out from
inside the
box reaL noW..
i think.. i feeL Now
i’ll just be cremated
and let 11 million
words talE the
taiL of
Devil
AngEl i..
wiTh sMiLes oF course..
and Winks as Living Forever
in terms of servers coming on..:)
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