Amber Victoria
Tudor
A Song
Standing
With the shadow
Of
Orpheus
He was
Weaned on
Muses milk
Let me be
The Nymph
That sways
To the
Sweet sound
Of Spheres
Surrounded by
Celestial synesthesia
I could be
The apparition
Saved
A captivated
Eurydice
Graciously Salvaged
With a lyric call
A Classic
Delicacy
And
Through his
Fingers
Touching Grace
Hades
Would
Let me go
Mammon is
Their Father
I’ll name my
daughter Silver
My son,
Gold
Eternity will
shimmer
Like spectrums in
summer
Dreams sparkling
down
White
walls
Sparing any
unnecessary
End
Poetry will play
in gardens
Dazzled with
raspberries
And roses without
thorns
The days of
stopped time
Will
stop
While whimsical
air
Spreads
seeds
In places never
known
Uncertainty has
been a Master
Where slaves are
rarely born
But
This will cease in
Whispers
Hope is never
found in pockets
(Previously in Issue
#1)
One More
Letter
Just press
pressure
Dance
play
press
press harder
just one more letter
you infinite
alphabet
press
When you miss
eyes that
move like mirrors
press
One more letter
press
press the letters
and
send
Leo
A
man
Among the
Kings of
Your kind
Tempestuous
Felines
Alluring
Leos
Wanton in
Security
This is your
Mortal
Flaw
Amongst these
Cats
Those
Who know
Their destiny
Unabashed
Of Who
They are
Without being
Cankered by
The need of
Validation
Game
These
Are the
Men of
Fixed Fire
Who
Always take
the Crown
Amber Victoria Tudor has been published
inWriters Café Anthology
2006and will appear in the Spring 2010 issue
ofGlint
Magazine. She is the founding editor
ofDark Lady
Poetry. Currently she resides
inRedondo Beach,California
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