Waif in tatters, daughter of mayhem, arise:

Saintly Magdalen, misprized gem, arise!


Above the law, above the teeming fray,

Above the voices that condemn: arise!


From dark alley, from city blight, emerge:

These orient stars, your diadem! Arise,


Flee from censorious lips and groping clutches:

You're too dear for the likes of them. Arise!


Why should you knuckle under or pay heed

To the churlish critic's apothegm? Arise:


Suffering soul, the dust whereon you tread,

Sings pride's farewell, wrath's requiem: arise.


Thomas, sing praise full-throated to this rose;

Bless every thorn upon her stem. Arise!

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Written on 2017-11-11 at 06:12

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I like the progression until it reaches Thomas. I am always impressed by your form in poetry. So diverse without ever being trite. Well done.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
These two poems seem to me to be far more than exercises in form. They suit your concise phrasing, and partitioning within your theme.


by Thomas DeFreitas