"for whom the bell tolls" / "glass-wing"

[goldenrod]

for whom the bell tolls


The distant church bell sounded hollow,
as it slowly chimed in the the witching hour of the night, following her wedding day.
My heart reverberated with sympathetic vibrations.
A mounting shudder with each stroke.
Until, on the twelfth, it shattered into iron shards.
I sat, waiting for the fall, but disillusion like cancer, does not kill on a moment...


"glass-wing"

I sat watching the glass-wing butterfly
as, dodging furious tropical raindrops,
it fluttered into my sight.
I thought I saw coruscating rainbows reflected through the haze of its iridescent, slow beating wings.
Its beauty shattered the opaque glass shell that surrounded my heart, and I left that place,
whole again.

goldenrod.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I hope this is not an irritating quibble but wouldn't both of these better be presented as prose-poems, in which case one would not fumble for the justification of the line-breaks?

[goldenrod]

(PrinceMyshkin)

I have reasons for it, but you may be right. Let's try it that way!

goldenrod.