Hi again. This is another poem inspired by a song title. My tutor gave it to me and told me to write a poem about it. Like One in A Million, I was also reminded of a Dix-It card.
Stairway to Heaven.
Heaven waited.
The snail could see it,
In the faint pink plumes of cloud,
The rays of evening light
Fanning across the sky like bulrushes.
There at the top of the stairs,
The sun glowed aureate and scarlet.
All else was deep indigo,
A quenching blue that spoke of
Approaching night.
On the edge of the sun,
An angel’s wing fanned out.
Dust motes on its edges were alchemized to gold.
The snail could hear voices,
Singing.
Faint like the ringing of church bells
On a tower too lofty to see.
He stuck out a moist, wrinkled foot
And started climbing.
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