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,


ย wax to a flame,

puddling at my feet,

whimpering to my shouts of


24 comments on “Gargoyles

  1. jaels says:

    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!

  2. Heidi Viars says:

    did you finally get that blowtorch out?

  3. Robert Rife says:

    You’re really pissed of at winter, aren’t ya?! This is wonderful, Melody.

  4. Peter Wiebe says:

    This one is just great, Melody. God bless.

  5. queenlorene says:

    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.

  6. Pam says:

    triumph! I like your spunk!

  7. the thawing is what hold my attention !

  8. Gallivanta says:

    I can hear your shouts of triumph!

  9. Debbie says:

    You are brave and courageous and a gargoyle fighter!! Cheering you on!

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