Siren song drifts o'er lonely sea
Pleading, mariner bring thy heart to me?
Oh for sweet bliss within an hour
Come hither, soak thee with raw power
Tales spun from glassy pearl, this thine
To weave my misty web, be mine?
Song from luscious lips, soft pouting
Heeding melody, stop thy doubting
Mind games, doth thy heart protest?
Can't stop the longing in thy breast?
Soft arms open, and honeyed dew
Drips from these lips, tis simple, true
Sinking, softly, breath shall slow
Too late dear lover, sleep below
Passion's last kiss, still am I cursed
And I shall never sate this raging thirst
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Ahhh, indeed a bit morose and melancholy but truly beautiful with your wonderful use of alliteration in this piece. Well done as it is not over done.
The old language works well in this poem giving it a special voice. You have touched the contest specs beautifully.
Thank you for such a wonderful entry. Best of luck in the judging. ~Pamela
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Beautiful.
I love the way you've written this,
Along with the picture,
Created a painting in my mind,
With every vivid word,
Another stroke of the brush...
Well done, m'lady.
-Saint
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vivid imagery here. and i lov e the pic. It sounds as if this mermaid has got a few sailors wrapped around her finger--or around her fin. Very nice work.
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wonderful! I loved this part : "Oh for sweet bliss within an hour
Come hither, soak thee with raw power
Tales spun from glassy pearl, this thine
To weave my misty web, be mine?" beautiful!
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This is absolutely gorgeous. I love everything about it. The language, the images, the form. Perfect.
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"Mind games, doth thy heart protest?
Can't stop the longing in thy breast?"
such an amazing write, my love.
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