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A Violet Fire
by Alison McKenzieAs the gloaming curtains fall
The twilit grey of violets call
Through crystal bowls, the coming ‘eve
In purist tone the chorus’ cleave
The notes suspend a rising moon
The incense smoke hangs in the tune
Of Spirits gathered rare delight
To witness darkness' fade to bright
In voluntary droves arrive
The shadows where such darklings thrive
The cleansing, violet flame they seek
To render strong the weary weak
Come Dancers, in collective mirth
To witness Night’s enlightened birth
Transmuting flame of violet deem
Eclipse beyond the daring dream
And thus it burns, my one desire
To render truth from violet fire
To walk my soul in bodied prayers
Along the path that Love prepares
10/15/2011 Posted on 10/15/2011
Copyright © 2026 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Keith D Allison on 10/16/11 at 12:50 AM Stardust among the flowers, |
| Posted by Shonda Chrissonberry on 10/16/11 at 05:24 AM So delicate! It danced upon my tongue. I adore this. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/16/11 at 05:13 PM ...ali, this is transitory, sending wave with your words...so normal for you to write a laced-wreath of words into an emotional watershed. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 10/16/11 at 06:00 PM I couldn't begin to create a piece this empyreal -- a reciprocal complement of compliments :> |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/16/11 at 06:07 PM There is a sense of profound renewal in this remarkable piece. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 10/17/11 at 12:49 PM Elegant and sensuous lyricism and beautiful rhyme...capped off by that killer last stanza. Bravo, Alison! |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 10/17/11 at 09:20 PM I love the octet meter to this!! Nice to come back and read one of your poems Al-i-son! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 10/25/11 at 05:15 PM most edifying and pure, everything about this |
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