her eyes would light up
like an abandoned
lighthouse
where any ship
could anchor
as long as it
made peace
with the rough rocks
of her belief.
she only tamed
the fanaticism
of her clothes
for one man.
this was a death-lady:
dutiful
from the thrill of her toes
to the birdsong of her head.
brunette and narrow.
loved everyone
and hated blasphemers
with a strict finesse.
she would push
almost to a breaking point.
she would push
until light sprung
from the earth of her
hands
because she thought
an idea
was more solid, more tangible
than a pen.
Author notes
Nov. 7, 2008
Picture courtesy: http://fantasy-fellowship.deviantart.com/art/Breathe-105636034
I know I went over the line limit, only saw it after I posted... I might edit but no promise. Does it count that the lines are short?
In a list
A contest entry
- Individual Prompts For The Idle Mind ((NOTE: ALL SPOTS ARE FULL!)) by PerfectImperfection.
800 points, ended February 4, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Do not worry at all about any limit - it may say that, but with the quality here, I am not at all judging according to length.
You did a great job giving life to the image, nice use of imagery and detail to thought throughout. To me it seems a take of breaking through, finding courage ... Nicely done! Thank you for your entry!
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great take on the prompt...that is a lovely picture and you wrote a poem that fits it's beauty well.
good luck in the contest
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This is a stunning portrait
I really like the way you have used earth-based imagery in this piece so well - I wonder whether we would see the same person as the same thing? My favorite part is the fanaticism of the clothing - you have some highly original ideas 
Polly
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