Angel's Wings

I've been meaning to do this poem for a long time. However, I reserved my review for my 200th, which is now. So be glad

I am 567ajt, and I mainly specialise in this type of poetry. You know, the narrative/cryptic/introspective type. I came across this and realised that my style is sort of similar to this. Obviously, my one isn't as good.

So, let's take this poem step by step.

'Wrapped black around her
They paint the skylight
As if rapid torrents dropping pelts of fur
Could turn to beautiful, black petals
And make the night bright'

I love this stanza. It seems to give the impression that the line about "pelts of fur" symbolise the wings. You have successfully related the title to your piece. You also use splendid detail about the angel herself, with connotations of darkness mixed with the usual white of an angel. This is really good use of juxtaposition, and you use another contrast. Angels should blossom in white, but you make her seem beautiful in black. Maybe the beauty is greater in darkness.

'She's looking for her
So she can wrap her crooked arms about her
And become one, together'

This angel is looking to turn another angel evil. This is an interesting concept, perhaps symbolic of when Lucifer (or Satan, or whatever) fell from Heaven. Now, I don't believe in God, but this is a pretty creative idea. The temptation/persuasion is there.

'Crystal glass with emerald irises look back
Out of the stone he carved from a thousand letters
Now she needs her angel back
To cover her in black feathers'

A thousand letters, eh? That's a lot! But seriously, this is another creative stanza. Perhaps "she" really is the Devil, not just an interpretation. Perhaps "she" is death, sent to take the angel away. This is another cryptic and thought provoking stanza you have written. Well done thus far.

'Gusts of wind carry tears cried from her frozen self
"I love you, Julia," was written upon her chest
Now she's this loveless person
"I loved you best"'

Now "she" has compassion- maybe "she" really is Death, and must do what she must. Maybe the angel isn't an angel, but a nickname. The angel is symbolic of the qualities the girl represents. Again, another intelligent stanza that's also rhetorical.

'Over the distance,
My love slowly slipped'

She had to die. The angel was taken. The poem is over, and so is my semi-pretentious analysis.

Whoa. That was great! I loved every line, which is rare because usually I have nitpicks. But I couldn't find any. I loved this. Well done to you.