What sorrows hide you from the world?
Angel, why weep you so?
I heard the clockwork as it whirled
In discontinued flow…
Such beauty now by pain inured
Hidden in palms of stone
Your gaze concealed, from all obscured
Tell me, for what atone
These vows of silence, unseen tears?
I heard from tales of old
Subdued by time, in whispered fears
Past lives reach from the cold…
Don’t blink. Don’t even blink.
Don’t dare break the link.
The angels don’t exist
When they are not observed.
If seen, they turn to stone.
But do not turn your back
For they don’t hunt alone.
They lie in wait: one touch
And you’re in time imprisoned.
Their kill will not be reasoned:
They feed on stolen moments,
On your life’s pilfered breath,
On fates undone, on paths untread.
Blink once and you are dead.
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Oh, I love this
When I saw the daily prompt for today the first thing I thought of was weeping angels! I actually watched the episode again. Not that I needed to do the extra research, but I was frightened half to death the first time I watched it and thought it would help me to get into the right state of mind 🙂
Yes, our methods of inspiration. And this post of yours did the same to me. Thus, I must post an inspiration that you infused into my brain. Thank you. 🙂
I’m intrigued. Let me know once you’ve posted. Would love to see where the thread of inspiration took you 🙂
All right, I posted a modified long quote that you reminded me of, and inspired the changes I made. 🙂
I’ve just read it. Trying to post a reply but something seems to have gone wrong. It’s buffering. I’ll try again.
I just tried to reply on your post again and couldn’t – I guess I know why. I was very glad I got to read it in any case.
Yep, it’s gone, but still in my mind, that’s all that matters. Thanks for understanding. I thought I’d post something more original instead.
Look forward to it 🙂
Thanks, Vic, you just scared the piss out of me. I hate those angels! But I really enjoyed the post!… Now, I’m missing my favorite Doctor again… *sigh*
He is my first doctor and my absolute favourite too!
PS: Sorry if I scared you a little. I have to admit I’m a little scared of what I may dream tonight. There’s not one single other Doctor Who creature that frightens me quite so much.
I’m with you on that one. I would take on an entire planet of Daleks before ever facing one angel! The writers of that show really nailed it with those things – gives me the heebie-jeebies just thinking about what could have been their inspiration.
Exterminate. Exterminate. ha-ha! Yes the Daleks just don’t compare, however evil they may be. You can talk to a Dalek, even if you can’t necessarily reason with them. What do you say to an angel? It is the way they creep up to you… I watched the Doctor Who confessionals but can’t remember what had inspired them to create the angels. Might have to delve a little deeper. Now you’ve made me curious. 🙂
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That’s scary.. but i love it.
“Their kill will not be reason
They feed on stolen moment”
Like women in love don’t you think?
Hurt us than we will lie silently wait. Because only women in love could kill without reasoned. Or we can imprisoned man in love forever in their memory
Very happy you liked it, sepertibumi. I liked your interpretation of the poem – I never thought of it that way, but it offers some new imagery to play with. Thank you.
You’re welcome Vic.. Just the thought that flash in my mind when i was reading your poem. 🙂
Thank you for sharing it, sepertibumi. I love the way in which everyone can make poetry their own, that it provokes different feelings and images for every reader. Always wonderful to see it through someone else’s eyes 🙂
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Superb post, love it 😉
Thank you, Dawn. Woke up this morning thinking of the angel, but luckily I don’t recall it visiting my dreams. Nightmare averted 😉
Notwithstanding the gothic aesthetics of this piece, I think it would have worked gracefully to a classic theme. Well done nonetheless.
Thank you and I have to say that you’ve got me intrigued, Osama. Care to expand?
I would love to, for example the use of words like clockwork and the expression “blink once and you are dead” adulterate a prospective Baroque approach, and I can’t quite place my finger upon it, but as soon as the visualization starts, I am interrupted by a slight offset. Its good, and I am unaware of the thought process you underwent in its genesis, but I am sure that this can be absolutely sublime.
Interesting… I chose clockwork in place of any other timepiece because to me it has both an auditive and a visual effect. Time is such an abstract concept that its fluidity is difficult to capture, and I wanted to give it physicality.
The poem has two hearts… a little like the Time Lord whose legend inspired it. 🙂
You could have gone with an hourglass, just saying 😀
😀 I will see if I can include the hourglass in a future poem. Will let you know.
Hahaha, thats quite alright.
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