Fingers trace
Along black silk stockings
Blood rushes to my heart
As I take in the fact and fiction
Who could have lived beyond her?
Delicate toes
Step inside high-heeled slippers
Tears dry up on my skin
Mine of Irish heritage
Javanese was her possibility
Ribbons tie
Across steadfast feet
A stolen adolescence: a common ground
Between our two souls
A fate of abuse and sadness
Body embraces
A cloak of black velvet
My tears, burn this time
For her pain of losing a child
What a mother would not do to change history
Hands caress
Beautious silk kimono
A breath of relief
An escape, a new life
Far from 'duty' and revile
Palms tame
Strands of jet black hair
A new life oft-times bears hollow fruit
'Though, in spite of certain inadequacies
We were never disheartened
Head warms
To the sensation of a black felt hat
A fallen and lonely heart often found
Solace in the arms of many men
Always shortlived, and more trouble than worth
Fingertips tug
On black kid gloves
Fierce popularity and short-term wealth
And false accusations awry
Is there no end to the likeness?
'I am ready'
I am not ready
There is, of course, an end to everything
Although we never want there to be
My love is not forbidden, my life not in jeopardy
Reliving her last moments in my mind
More tears fall and perish, just as she did
For I felt what she felt
A harshness undeserved
For one so high in strength
And determination
One final kiss she gave to her assassins
Before Mata Hari turned
Her eye to the dawn
Author notes
Done and dusted on 18th August 2005 at 01:30 GMT after a long few hours of deleting and restarting.
I chose Mata Hari, because I was amazed by her life story. Although her trials and tribulations were so much more extreme than mine, they have some striking similarities. I was forced to grow up early because of dealing with sexual abuse at a very young age. I experienced more of that in my mid teens. I sought solace from the world in the arms of guys I thought I loved, but they hurt me badly in the end. I turned to music instead of dance, but my fame was short lived because no one wanted to hear me anymore. And there are others that I just don't really want to divulge. M'greet was an amazing woman, and brought me to tears when I read the account of her execution...
By the way, this is only a working title. Any suggestions are welcome.
www.crimelibrary.com/terrorists_spies/spies/hari/1.html?sect=23
www.eyewitnesstohistory.com/matahari.htm
This won silver in this contest: allpoetry.com/Contest/1424933
Written August 17th, 2005
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A contest entry
- Famous Women by Frogzter.
300 points, ended October 3, 2005, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
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this was a very touching piece .
these lines :
My tears, burn this time
For her pain of losing a child
What a mother would not do to change history
they really caught my attention. I have had a miscarrage and it was really hard on me. And its so true what i wouldnt do to change the past the feelings that i still feel to this day. Your a really great writer. And i hope that everything works out for you
Krissy -
thanks.
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Yeah, go ahead.
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although i know absolutely nothing about mata hari, this poem made me go "wow." its sooooo well written! may i put this on my authors page as one of my favorite poems?
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A fabulous write! She was amazing and mysterious. THanks for entering this in the contest. Good luck and best wishes always
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This is absolutely awesome! Fantastic piece, great pace to it
And congrats on the Silver as well. Well deserved, this piece rocks! Blessings, Gypsy
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good luck in the contest!
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The way that you've found a silver thread between you and one of these women, Mata Hari no less, truly shines through your lines. I can't say if she was really a spy or not (because I honestly don't know), but it was still a horrible way to go.
Metaphorically speaking, many are persecuted today and for the same reason; all in the name of dusting the shame under a random woman's skirt, not realizing what that woman is truly made of.
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thank you for the muse.
I wrote this for Simple Sarcasm last week and I repeat it for you as advice and criticism since the same things are true.
Ode to Simple Sarcasm's Mata Hari
By the World Ruler
soldiers follows dancers like
happy puppies on command
biting a feeding hand.
I always wondered what
modern sexual spies believe
do they perceive danger
for a gilded purse.
Are dancing spies victims
say of political convictions
or worse are they
intrigued, fatigued by love.
Some nations are great
at slaying easy targets
and releasing the guilty
with conduct so filthy.
Why would a dancer
risk for political deals
my instincts say there
hides more than revealed.
by AT Alishtari - quick crit
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A new life oft-times bears hollow fruit
'Though, in spite of certain inadequacies
We were never disheartened
Love that stanza. Shows that despite not finding what you wanted in a new life, you can still move past that and be happy with that you do have. It's a great message to spread.
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