She comes with the winds of the morning,
Riding high on the crest of the tide;
We kiss by the moon at the dawning,
With blood dripping red at her side.
She chants her dark secrets of Egypt,
To sounds of a cold iron bell,
Her eyes have the depths of a sea crypt,
Her heart beats a rhythm from hell.
Her flames lick my thighs with desire;
Melting all my resolve with her heat.
She sets my libido on fire
As sparks will set fire to wheat.
Her lips are the lips of an adder
Her tongue is the tongue of a snake;
Enthralled by her eyes when I met her,
But crushed by the scorn in her wake.
She gives me the look of a harlot,
As she ties the cold noose with her wit.
Her words draw me into her slip knot;
She seduces me into her pit.
She leaves with the winds of the evening
As I fall with the wound in my side;
Her knife buried deep has me grieving
With blood dripping red at my side.
She chants her dark secrets of Egypt
To sounds of a cold iron bell.
As they bury me here in this sea crypt,
I whisper "My love, Jezebel."
Riding high on the crest of the tide;
We kiss by the moon at the dawning,
With blood dripping red at her side.
She chants her dark secrets of Egypt,
To sounds of a cold iron bell,
Her eyes have the depths of a sea crypt,
Her heart beats a rhythm from hell.
Her flames lick my thighs with desire;
Melting all my resolve with her heat.
She sets my libido on fire
As sparks will set fire to wheat.
Her lips are the lips of an adder
Her tongue is the tongue of a snake;
Enthralled by her eyes when I met her,
But crushed by the scorn in her wake.
She gives me the look of a harlot,
As she ties the cold noose with her wit.
Her words draw me into her slip knot;
She seduces me into her pit.
She leaves with the winds of the evening
As I fall with the wound in my side;
Her knife buried deep has me grieving
With blood dripping red at my side.
She chants her dark secrets of Egypt
To sounds of a cold iron bell.
As they bury me here in this sea crypt,
I whisper "My love, Jezebel."
Author notes
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Wonderful and Beautiful!
Dear Poet, This is still one of my favorites and here is a beautiful, brilliant, big, gold trophy filled with diamonds!!!! Jane -
Incredible .. your words flowed so perfectly in this piece. Very well-written! Makes me think of a man deeply entranced in a woman.
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Bravo
'Her lips are the lips of an adder
Her tongue is the tongue of a snake;
Enthralled by her eyes when I met her,
But crushed by the scorn in her wake.'
This is a wonderful poem. I get so caught up in my own world that I forget to visit the wonderful poets at this site. Bravo!
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Mister Holmes, dont be upset over trophies, please. Your poem is well-wrought and characterful, the rhyme and meter ringing true as that bell. Dramaturgical piece, in the classic melodramatic vein. A little repetitive at the close - 'side' rhyming itself, but overall a poem of tenor. Well done.
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Thanks, Di - but I am disheartened. My work wasn't good enough to receive a trophy, and I had it featured and received only a few applauds. Lets face it, I'm just not a favorite on this site. I'm going to bow out for awhile. I may be back after a take a break for awhile, or I may not.
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Hi loved it great flow good meter, great feel everything one looks for in a good poem and the story line is great, this is a super write and it goes on to my favorites, would like to see some more of your work, when you post a new one please send me an im, all the best, loved it, hugs Di
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Thanks for the nice comment, dani - I appreciate it.
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I like the picture it paints, not something I say very often. This is a special poem, to be read over and over and sifted for deeper meaning. Thank you for the fantastical read
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it was very good. very deep. i wonder, who does she represent in your life? perhaps she represents someone that you know and hold very dearly. perhaps even yourslef
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great job here...im not really a fan of this kind of poetry but you wrote some powerful stuff...the only thing i can say is that i dont like the background...its too overused and takes away from the poem
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So piercing, deep and intense. This is one really cool poem.
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Wow. Very interesting poem. I really like how it flows and especially these lines:
"She sets my libido on fire
As sparks will set fire to wheat."
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Intense!! I loved it very much.
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WOW, pardon me while I scan to see who wrote this. OMG it was you, I couldn't believe it. I like it, I like it, I like it so much. Good to see you writing again. Stop making me wait so long between poems.
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Sherlock, I have to agree with Nicolette, this is amazing... the telling story, it's fantastic... My vote is with you on this one, I normally don't read dark myself, but WOW, excellent and vividly descript! I think the host will love this hands down! All the best, Annie
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Lovely work!
It is not often that I enjoy reading dark poetry, but I so enjoyed reading this tale of dark love and deceit! It really corresponds well with the old bible story of Jezebel!
This poem moves at a fast pace and it has a singing quality about it - while reading it was almost as if I could hear music and the sounds of a "cold iron bell". A poem with a classical feel and a wonderful flow. Your rhyming is very good. The repetition of the first two stanzas at the end and the slightly different way in which they are presented, adds to the mystical quality of this poem. Wow, I enjoyed your Jezebel!
~ Nicolette
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ok, i can't say how i feel about this but, well, you got the whole jezebel thing down. if you know the story of jezebel from the bible you know that you hit this on the nail. anyways, great poem and thanks for entering.
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