I enjoyed your imagery and the palpable emotional connection you have with your subjects. There are some very nice turns of phrase. Haphazard grace, quiescent dreams ,howl-weary lips and youth-bright gazes.
It's a poem of conscious loveliness. :)
This has no reviews? For shame! I really enjoyed this poem. You've got a great rhythm in the first verse that makes the reader skip and tumble through it, really enhancing the sense of "haphazard grace."I do think there's maybe an error in the second verse, unless I've misunderstood? "The dawn of conscious, eyes" - that comma seems to break up a phrase that should be together.
I also really liked the imagery. There's something attentive and loving about it - the third 'verse especially reminds me of love poetry a bit. (The "rose-bed of scars" phrase is strangely sweet, to me, and I love "dry, howl-weary lips" and "twitch of tenuous fingertips"). But, if anything, it's a love poem to the Marauders as a whole, to the bond between them; the last four lines really underscore that.