Kye wakes at the break of day,
his fine lady Ra by his side,
the ocean glows an emerald green
the sky so blue and wide.
Lady Ra shall make the nets,
of red silk that we have found,
to cover us in our sleep,
when all the bugs creep around.
Climbing down house of tree,
Kye begins his day as hunter,
trap is set for the wild boar,
spears of wood a splinter.
Ra gathers fruits and roots,
wood for the evening fire,
Kye wastes not the boar,
it has much that they desire.
The stomach a fine water sack,
bones to make a knife and hook,
leather skin for our shoes,
rich meat that Ra shall cook.
Nets made of reads wound fine,
ropes of the forests vine,
capture fish of the sea,
so perfect in it’s design.
Kye returns to his Ra,
the lady of his heart,
to share the days delights,
each playing an integral part.
The meal of this day a splendor,
culmination of just we two,
as we share our days together,
Kye says Ra, I love you.
A tune upon guitar,
that washed up on the shore,
that only has three strings,
Ra cries out, play some more.
Book of bound leather,
Ra writes the days gone past,
we head up to the tree top,
our home of love at last.
Author notes
100 yards of fine red silk, a leather bound diary, a guitar.
A contest entry
- Stranded: a romantic musing by MJ Donnelly.
3500 points, ended November 20, 2008, 15 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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congrats on the gold.. but Kye needs now to find a new soul to claim as soul mate and life mate.. to take to this loving place.
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A sweet and vivid poem.
Congrats on the Gold.
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Thank you very much my best wishes always.
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This is an exceptional penning poet, it captured all that I was looking for in this contest and more, well done.
Sincerely,
mj.
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I can see Kye and Ra doing just that, with no other care in the world, but doing for each other and living their life so simply and lovingly.
Joann
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