She rode deep into the heart of the red moon valley
the horse’s chest heaved between her legs
the cherry trees whipped at her face
as she flew into the viscous
anguished amber sun
lost in what had
come before
He strode to the forefront before the host of Gael
the air thick with the odor of sweat and fear
the fire arrows slipped past his head
as he drew into the slaughtered
embattled emerald field
found in the blood
to come
The sword was laid in a sheath of silken white lace
dried tears unmoving on the shattered visage
of her colorless and despondent face
she held his favor rent and torn
echo of his distant laugh
a smile embraced
an instant
ever
A contest entry
- Medieval Contest! by alexandrathegreat.
1200 points, ended November 22, 2007, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is truly an astounding and astonishing poem. The imagery is awesome and everything is just so perfect. Thank you so much for sharing this poem and congrats on winning bronze with this amazing piece of poetry. It deserved gold.
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I think this is a nice change (Other then the blinding backgound) everyone seemed to have thought I wanted them to write in old english, but I didn't specify that. Your imagery is contemporary but you are telling a story of the past. nice. Plus the form you use is great too. The ending gave me the chills. Thank you for entering.
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ok...um the only thing I know about this is that the wild cherry trees will kill the horses.she killed her self self for him I suppose..should have been a cowgirl sigh.
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