Now Polly was a gentle maid,
Of kind and pious heart,
But one, dark day she gave her love
To a boy, a world apart.
For though his hair was shining silk,
And his eyes as clear as day,
He took her up on the moors that night,
And ripped her life away.
He left a crimson halo ‘round her pretty golden head,
Her glassy eyes still bore surprise, at the blood her love had shed.
Author notes
A quickie for a contest. Inspired by a picture of what I took to be a girl's golden hair, stained red with blood and thus, this little ditty was born!
A contest entry
- IT'S A QUICKIE! 10/10/24 by HarvesterOfHearts.
400 points, ended October 1, 2007, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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i love your take on this picture. and i love the fact that my contest inspired you to write such a wonderful piece. this peice is so very different from the others i have read so far. and that makes it truley wonderful... for nothing is worse than reading the same poem rearranged.
thank you for entering my contest and good luck!
~theharvester
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That's an interesting take on the picture. I'm glad you mentioned how it came about in your author comments. It helped me to understand where you were coming from. Good luck in the contest poet.
Midnight Lace -
Wow, thats not what I expected after the fist couple of line, nice twist.
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