Forsooth this wench could break a thousand hearts,
Her brazen curls from molten gold are spun,
But gossip's lips have whispered of dark arts,
I wondered where that rumour had begun.
I watch her plant her herbs in woodland loam,
In that silent copse, just behind her home.
For I would give my life, for just one kiss;
To be enfolded in those swan like arms,
And on that bosom I would know such bliss;
A willing victim drowning in her charms.
This simple woodsman only knows too well,
One kiss would send his soul to darkest hell.
A contest entry
- Sixains by cricketjeff.
1450 points, ended September 7, 2008, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wonderful! I was taught that swan like should be rendered swan-like. I love the romantic ancient language and the gorgeous heroine, and the mystery of it all. You've put a whole novel into 12 lines!
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Excellent
Such a masterful creation for the contest. Such a great expression. Congratulations on the bronze.
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Congratulations on the bronze. A great poem to read.
Sue
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Beautifully done, of course you were certain to get a witch in there
. Lovely rhyming the form suits the content well, I would just have loved to read more stanzas!
Iambic pentameter as the Bard would have written it (and even like the Bard a single line that obstinately refuses to be read that way!) Superb stuff, definitely a not bad!
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you are a master at stories; best of luck.
ken
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Even though my knowledge of Will's works is painfully limited. I've truely enjoyed your artful story and style with which you've created this piece.
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Excellent content and very accomplished piece of rhyming--a treat to read work as polished as this.
Good one,
Bill
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This is keenly beautiful Di! I love the storyline of it, and you make it seem so very easy!
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