Victoria Luxora was her name.
Her hair is like a lover to the wind,
Her body to the sky; she's kissed by rain
Although she truly wants the lips of sin
That showered her so many times ago.
But she distracts her mind by noticing
The way the eyes of bearded dragons glow
Like marbles, how the bat's brown flapping wings
Go dancing unlike all the birds she knows.
She has a goal - to heal her withered soul
And every day it mends a little more.
And in the water left by every pour
She sees if she is better than before.
She lets a tear slip slowly to the pool.
The ripples render her reflection fell -
Deformed by deeds she did in spite of Hell.
She walks away and knows she was a fool.
On summer nights she prays, on summer days
She mends the broken wings of mocking birds,
Meanders where the hot coyotes laze,
Then rescues worms from where they would be burned.
And passerbys say, "There she goes again
Into her little made up fairy glen."
They say, "There goes the daughter of the night
To haunt and flaunt, deceive, and grieve, and bite!"
Victoria ignores their careless claims
And goes on dancing in the summer rains
And walking in the beauty of the eve
To awe, appreciate, and to believe!
A crescent moon above, she misses love
Though feels it for the creatures all around.
She even starts to feel it in return
It burns and speaks without a sound.
She kisses frogs and turns them into kings,
Begins to find the better, not the worse;
And so develops unseen fairy wings
To help her free herself from every curse.
And so another storm looms overhead,
But sweet Luxora doesn't fill with dread,
Aware that rain drops blessings on her life -
Another step of hope away from strife.
But pain is still upon her as she kneels
To look into the pool and see her face -
To see if she's progressing as she feels,
A better person coming back to grace.
She doesn't grin when looking in,
"Just hold it in. I will not cry today."
And so her eyes turn clockwise towards the sky.
She envies every bird and even fly.
She was defiled but reconciled and tries
To satisfy the undeveloped eyes
That watch from shaking heads, but she is sure
The only thing that matter's to be pure.
A storm comes to its damp and humid end.
She kneels and gazes in the fallen rain.
She almost smiles but calls herself a friend
Yet in her heart still feels that haunting pain.
She goes on aiding ivy climb its walls,
And giving all that she can give.
And even when she sees the people laugh
She doesn't argue, but forgives.
The time goes on and leaves are turning brown,
The pieces of her sadness spiraling down.
And one last rain falls 'fore the winter comes
To show Victoria what she's become.
The passerbys who stop to look inside
Just see a puddle and her dark reflection.
But she looks in the stormy pool
And smiles. She sees perfection.
Author notes
Title inspired by Emily Dickinson, "The soul selects its own society..."
My topic from Grannyeri was the word prompt: dark reflection
Mine for Giggety was a picture prompt: http://www.feebleminds-gifs.com/seraphim-flames.jpg.
Won Gold in the following contest, http://allpoetry.com/contest/2354664
A contest entry
- Grab these Points! by BabyBun.
2350 points, ended June 21, 2007, 19 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Yeah! You definitely deserved this gold.
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I don't know what to say - just WOW !!! Betsy
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I was speechless after I first read this.
It was amazing.
Like, this seems top- quality, published, -as if a pro wrote this.
Out of all contest entries I've gotten into of my contests this would probably be somewhere near the top 5.
The meaning here is just so... powerful.
If your team wins, this poem would probably be why.
So far, you've gotten the highest score out of anyone this season.
383/400 For everyone, that's the score to beat right there.
Excellent job.
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"Lips of sin"= nice. Interesting title, too. Not quite sure what that means.
I like the rhyme scheme, both end and internal. You have a talent for rhyming like that.
This is a romantic poem. Not in the convential sense, but in the sense that human beings are inherently good, which I don't necessarily agree with, but I always appreciate.
Ahhh, now I get the title... I've read it all, now (I was using quick comment before). What lovely inspiration. Dickinson is one of my favorite poets ever. Nice.
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Very nice. I have to concur that metaphorically, imaginatively, and plot wise this is indeed one of your best poems if not the best.
However . . . (see I didn't say but
) I think that you worded a few things weird. I had to go back over one or two lines to make sure it's what I thought it was. The flow seemed a little bit rough for you. Technically not your best, emotionally very good. It all balances out, to a good poem that will more then likely place.
All around I enjoyed reading it. I love the story behind it.
p.s. Not quite wow
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Complete genius. I am in awe of your talent, thank you so much for entering my contest. I was drawn in from the start and did not lose an ounce of interest and excitement along the way. Fantastic!!!!
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Wow
An extremely creative and impressive piece. Flow was delightful, rhyme simply wonderful and so very creative. Just a pleasure to read and enjoy. Well done. ~Pamela 
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Very impressive job you have done with the prompt I sent you - dark reflection. Great rhythm and rhyme in these lines - flow and wonderful story you tell in this poem. Great ending as well. BRAVO
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this is a pure masterpiece, ida ...
probably the best poem I have read of you so far ...
I very much enjoyed the iambic pentameter throuhout the poem, and your creative way of telling us this story ...
you will do very well with this entry ...
maa
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There is no question but that is an amazing piece of poetry! The content is exceptional and the lyric quality is exceptional, especially so as you seem to have broken mostly all the rules of formalism, but somehow it reads exactly like a “formal” poem. It is breathtaking and reminds me of Swinburnes “Dolores”, not in style but in content, though his Dolores did not reform. Another stunning piece of poetry. You are quite amazing, kid. Ya, know?
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