Here I lie in this place,
on my knees in your grace.
Soon I'll eternally sleep
I'm strong and not weep.
Soon, I'll see your face.
In these clothes
tattered and torn.
Serving since I was born.
Heaven's light upon the morn.
No time for saddened woes.
Your name I defend,
golden stairs I ascend.
Cast away from my kin
as the flames lick my skin.
Trespasses soon will mend.
My body lies underground
as angels form around.
Carried up on feathered wing.
Holy choirs rejoice and sing.
Acceptance and happiness abound.
Author notes
Joan of Arc
A contest entry
- #116 Winklings on Wednesdays: Write a poem about women in death by Lyndon.
1500 points, ended September 15, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thought this a fitting entry into this contest - the rhyme in verse two is a bit different than the others. Joan of Arc was a famous woman in history- so much has been written and movies created about her.
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Twenty lines.
You wrote smoothly with short sentences.
Rhyme is attractive.
The 'voice' of the poem continues afterr death and so is a voice of the soul, perhaps, poet.
Fine entry.
Lyndon.
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Bandit appreciation!
Thank you for this fine contribution to The Poetic Bandits reading list
~Lilac
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A fine memorial to Joan!
A fitting imaginary memorial to Saint Joan of Arc! This poem contains some very apt and well engineered rhymes and flows very well! The sad subject is colorful and does depict the burning at the stake, that she received! I think, if anything, the poem is a little too short for a full metaphorice description of the saints awful end!
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Very thoughtful piece. The focus of her confession seems to be simply laying out her life and intents, and trusting that Heaven will approve, as it gently does in the final stanza.
Almost a quiet celebration of a life of service concluded with a dreadful death and joyous redemption.
I enjoyed this!
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I was so enthralled by your write I blinked rapidly when it was over and was a little sad it had ended
The even, delicate flow of rhyme just had the imagery softly forming in my mind and my heart beated just a little more in the emotions; amazing write!
Best of luck!
♥
Stay safe
~Manda
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well done, although I had diffuculty understanding until I read your notes. Well written I particularly like the ryhme sceme.
May the Stars Gaurd You Today.
DW
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I really like the story of Joan of Arc - and this poem is a nice tribute to it interesting take - I wish you well in the contest!
Keep writing
Polly
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Well, I did not know thast was her reqward. I know she rode the horse through town. They burned her at the stake, they hated certain folks. The middle and dark ages were quite bad for the ordinarary people, for they could suffer unjustly, and no one come to their aid.
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I hope the angels came...
Joan certainly deserved that and your poem tell this well.
I find the line 'as the flame licks my skin,' very graphic and it made me shudder. Great description, wonderful insight.
An enjoyable poem with good rhyme and rhythm.
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