Behold!
Mist of violet veils
chained by dying warrior's cries,
pierced by thousand posioned rapiers.
It rises fair and fierce,
both to kill and to protect.
Dame, spirit and warrior
came to aid, weapons always raised.
Stained with blood,
drowned in snow,
seized by vengenace,
pleased with death,
Thistle at grave's end.
Author notes
The thristle is a symbol of both evil and protection and amongst others it is the symbol of Scotland, which by the legend is rumored to have been stuck into a viking's foot, whil attempting an ambush, which saved the country. Quite far fetched, but cool enough to explore and portray thristle like a protector spirit.
A contest entry
- Quicke: Thistle bristle ~ by sailor ptolema.
1300 points, ended July 17, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"Pleased with death"...
I really like that ending. The whole piece
moves with ferocious speed and brevity is
wielded as a mighty tool. Lots of colour
and subtle personification round it out.
Blue
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Always a pleasure to receive such comments from you. It is right up your alley though, the mystification and plant symbology. I am glad you enjoyed it.
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This a very interesting and historical piece.
I always like when history can be read poetically. One thing; you misspelled thistle ...there is no 'r' in it . Otherwise; i liked the fast-pace feel about it; and the visual imagery you create.
Thank you for entering my contest and g'luck!
~Pt
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Hah! Well I got the feeling right just screwed up the prompt! I should rename myself to the Missspelling poet! Thank you for this wonderful comment. I am glad to have entered!
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Nice piece of writing here, best of luck to you in the contest ~Bret~
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