Remnants of the Thaw,
gargoyle generals perch at the frayed edges
where will and heart collide,
talons claiming territory long held
by wintry grapple hooks.
Softer places have long-receded hairlines,
but strongholds will not easily
surrender to Spring sunlight.
Resistance fighters
set up perimeters,
deflect detection,
resort to guerrilla warfare,
pulling punches designed to discourage all inroads
into sensitive spaces;
so I
invite the Light
to shine the brightest here,
where angels fear to tread.
I watch gargoyles
give up the ghost
and limp,
liquefied,
wax to a flame,
puddling at my feet,
whimpering to my shouts of
triumph.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Wow, this is a complex/complicated piece (and I should have been asleep an hour ago)–but I must say that gargoyles are probably my fave scary thing. I like the poem/message, will reread when I wake up later today!
This just looked so much like a gargoyle to me, that the medieval angst followed suit. 🙂
Ahh, the romance of medieval angst–gotta love it, Mel.
🙂 Indeedy!
did you finally get that blowtorch out?
HAHA! Nope- the sun did this all on her own! 🙂
You’re really pissed of at winter, aren’t ya?! This is wonderful, Melody.
Getting there. Thanks, Rob! I’m SO tired of taking pictures of snow… I need some new subject matter!
Believe it or not, I actually miss the snow. I’d do anything to escape the awful heat here…even snow.
All things are relative, aren’t they?? Well, I’ll snap a few more for Rob, then, shall I? And then I’m DONE! 🙂
Fair enough. I love your photography as much as your poetry.
Thanks so much! 🙂
This one is just great, Melody. God bless.
Thanks Peter! Back at ya!
Your picture made me smile! I wouldn’t have seen a gargoyle until I saw the picture and read your title. Then it was so clear! Thank you for seeing and sharing what the unobservant rest of us never take the time to look at.
🙂 That’s sheer desperation after looking at snow and more snow for so long… hehe Thanks Lorene!
triumph! I like your spunk!
the thawing is what hold my attention !
It’s trying! We’ve been stuck in an Arctic air mass – once it moves, we’ll be in business!
I can hear your shouts of triumph!
Really? Maybe I should tone it down, for the neighbours’ sakes? 😀
You are brave and courageous and a gargoyle fighter!! Cheering you on!
🙂 You are so sweet, you know that? (Cage fight at 9. Be there, or be square.)
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