Thou Innocence Anointed And Jordan Bathed

Too sharp a thorn of midnight hours
Come and spill over the brinks of time
Too pale a shade in dark scented bowers
Come and spill over though edges are sharp
Of glass made voices in glass made towers
A broken step haunted in a broken harp
Like Cinderella’s shoes smashed on a stair
Like Cinderella’s rush punctual despair

Now sing and tear the tune into naught
Carriages afar horses hoofed in mud
Now play and reach the Moon to be sought
Dig a grave high up in deflowered buds

Thou innocence anointed and Jordan bathed
Come and spill over souls in glass engraved

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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