Patiently she waits,
in her cage of burnt gold.
The frail dark butterfly,
waiting for wings to unfold.
The hour glass taunts her,
as time swiftly flows.
Like the desert for rain,
her yearning grows.
She calls out his name,
a haunting siren's song.
The deep rooted sorrow,
might hasten him along.
More than any devotee's,
her steadfast blind faith.
Till her existence is doused,
she will patiently wait.
A contest entry
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500 points, ended May 15, 2008, 10 entries
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Nice job. You expressed your emotions very well and the rhyme and meter are very tight. The imagery is very beautiful. I thoroughly enjoyed this poem.
Mike
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great
I agree, cages of burnt gold is a beautiful image, nice link to the siren theme as it brings to mind a mythical creature captured as a prize... i get abit of stockholme syndrome feeling.. -
Cage of burnt gold wow I love that..i love so many of the descriptions in this
a wonderful write from the pic, thank you so much
and good luck
Cindy
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A seeping sadness for this siren, you have penned a lovely piece!!
(A little over the word limit, you may want to quickly edit)
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thank you..! il try n fix it.. i cant quite understand where to knock off words from tho...
Thanks again!!
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