Grieving violins lament
on stage with maleic tunes.
Under the whey limelight
the play has reached its final act.
Rapturous applause thunders
at the venal femme fatale
with silken garters, black pearls
and porcelain mask of stale virtue.
Commercialized smile fixed
at polished cobalt mirror
laced with trademark velvet
and jewel encrusted combs.
Copper curls like flames
blaze upon emerald silk
as she rocks to and fro
under falling snowdrop rains.
Swirling oleander fans
carry mellifluous fragrance,
bottled complacency
in fashionable flask.
There at her feet, dove lays in defeat
maiden with skin flawless and smooth
but pure and white as snow no more,
tinted in sickly yellow wax.
Cherry lips glisten dumb with sugar
as the scarlet apple rolls down
revealing a flash of white flesh
beryl wound upon ruby surface.
Frigid tears wash her astrous hair
seven shadows held within her streaks,
antique choir of lonely souls mourn
fatal loss stricken unnoticed.
limelight is fading from her face
as fair maiden has played her part.
Hope is weeded out, sedated with glamor.
The queen has won, no prince is to come.
A contest entry
- Rapunzel by autarky.
750 points, ended February 20, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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oh good job! congrats.
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Thank you!
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This one certainly has a cabaret feel...
and the colours flow throughout. The
reader seems to be led through acts,
never glimpsing the ending until the final
four scenes. A write overflowing with details
setting it apart more as tale than poem.
Wonderfully done to theme! Blue
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Thank you darling, Blue! Your comments fill me with tremendous joy. It was a tough one to write and well I thought to write about the Snow Queen, but this fitted perfectly.
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