by ~Gregg Rowe~
Remember a poet who was in chains:
A mother of five, she is free at last --
Metamorphosed she has become unchained,
Serenity confronts her darkened past.
As angel flower pens scents of a room --
And Jackie speaks of a rising Phoenix;
A poet blue sends words to hit her womb --
Her darkened abyss, resembles of Nyx.
And poems blue -- plumed by Mimiagatha --
Left me in awe, reading by candlelight.
Unchained speaketh -- is my Hiawatha:
Where we both learn -- about the right to live.
A twenty-first century lady beams:
“I reign Supreme as every mans’ wet dream!”
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Author notes
Happy Birthday Billie Jean and to all my angels here who responded to her contest to brighten my birthday spirits...it worked its charm.
Gregg
Here are all the links to the intertexuality of texts used in the creation of this poem:
~SerenityUnchained~
allpoetry.com/poet/SerenityUnchained
~The Scent of my room~
by Lucidique Angel
allpoetry.com/poem/926090
~Phoenix Rising~
by Jacki D
allpoetry.com/Poem/780244
~raped~
by stridor
allpoetry.com/Poem/837243
~Dried Up Memory Flowers~
by mimiagatha
allpoetry.com/Poem/1118057
Nyx: (Greek mythology) Greek goddess of the night; daughter of Chaos; counterpart of Roman Nox
For all the fabulous women in my "Evil Wenches" group:
Our new group motto written by touchof1der:
"We Reign Supreme As Every Mans Wet Dream"
Gregg
Written March 13th, 2005
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