Like a moonlit serpent is her spine,
Slender and smooth with the way she curves.
Garlanded in glory when the lights align,
When gasps are snatched by the crowd that observes.
The fabric of her make-up --- a blessing, indeed
--- Stretched finely, she proudly displays...
And smiles as with mechanic precision
It is punctured by streaks, an argent blaze!
For each slit of euphoria she bears a ring,
Silver as the wand that introduced them.
And now, watch in amazement! The corset she weaves,
Silk sewn up this flower's lithe stem.
Oh, how lace and perfect skin entwine to make one!
How she holds more beauty than the setting sun!
A contest entry
- Titles by jaded mine.
380 points, ended July 13, 2007, 23 entries
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Comments
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Oh Rodney a wonderful poem as usual. =) Your talent still amazes me. Sorry I couldn't have commented sooner...but great job. Of course. Hah.
-Jade
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Great sonnet, I can always appreciate sonnets because I tried to write one before they are very difficult. great job, the imagery is amazing.
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wow this write had me glued to my seat... I read each word .... I really love how you put it together! Good luck in the contest~ I'd liked it~ yulp yulp yulp.
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bravo
A lovely and very finely done poem here...highly poetic and evocative...marvelous! I loved it! bravo ... bravo ...bravo...
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