Imprisoned
behind iron palisades,
awaiting rescue,
enduring stone walls' mockery;
strong,
like she'll never be.
longing to pluck the flowers
whose crimson petals wilt
at her ugliness;
tears feed ungrateful blooms
until stoic stems crumble
to dust.
Author notes
Option 2
Inspired by the picture:
http://milkfork.deviantart.com/art/The-Dark-Tower-48134037
Okay, I'm a word over... Please don't hurt me!
In a list
A contest entry
- 10/35/40 Quickie! by Sweet Impatience.
700 points, ended November 30, 2008, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I really love this poem that you've written.. I really love the first two stanzas.. the imagery is totally & completely amazing.. but you know as I sit here and read it again, I like the last two stanzas just as much..
oh really one word over, what you think that I'm going to do huh?? do I look that mean huh??
good luck
kat
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Nice job! My fav line..."enduring stone walls' mockery;
strong,
like she'll never be."
Perfectly paralleled!
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How odd... Your name fits this poem
Thanks for your kind words 
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i did the same picture, i like your take on it, a little better, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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