'Twas not by accident it fell
this fan of tidings sent,
it fluttered deftly to his feet
making clear her heart's intent.
His eyes caught hers and held them close
with slight nod in bold translation ,
this action of her feelings clear
in hint of daring temptation.
This lioness had claimed her mate
in design for all to know
as rippling winds of future flight
belonging was bestowed.
Author notes
Prompt - Dropping the fan:"I belong to you"
In the past, hand fans were used not only as cooling instruments, but also as convenient communication devices, mainly for transmitting more or less furtive love messages.
A contest entry
- The Language of the Fan by ea.
600 points, ended September 17, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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"This lioness had claimed her mate." Very appropropriate since it does seem a very bold though wordless move to make. Nice that it was understood; it could have been an accident!
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This is just so very beautiful. I got lost in the beauty and wonderful story telling of this poem, best to you in the contest
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Oh, I do like how the slight nod can indeed be interpreted boldly. These two seem to rush towards each other at the drop of this fan. Like love at first sight - you provide us with a glimpse from another time that is breathless and exciting.
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As always
A wonderful write with a soft and gentle theme and perfect rhyme. Always a pleasure to read.
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