once a fervent liquid speech,
it crawled under her palms
a perfect manifestation
cradled shock-white thighs, "holier-than-thou"
smoky eyes widened to paper muses,
sealed shut with a hundred monarchies
the emblem pressed neatly
over bloodstained foil
the Golden Age has tarnished
and fire runs up her spine
she holds the kingdom at her breast
just above her punctured heart
- she is, what?
a dirty dame in armor
who handled the scrolls?
Amen.
Author notes
How Not To Write A Poem, Part One.
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Word inspiration: revelation, martyrdom, combustion
Actually entered for a contest. I dunno if it's up to snuff. I'll see if I can meet your standards.
A contest entry
- QUICKIE [7 trophy spots, 12-40 lines] by Tangled Angle.
475 points, ended June 26, 2007, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Oh..I think it's more than up to standards..lol..
I really liked this one. Don't doubt it.
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This is quite original. I enjoyed every bit of this and of course this not only up to my standards but more than I expected. Very unique and interesting.
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