Out of fire twice burned
she emerged on bountiful wings
Her Heavenly heart now undivided
Never more to touch of laigh-
she remains at eventide
Oh, for beholden hearts
she conceals the match yet,
ever she remains at vesper where
in darkness his conscience
can never wane
From on high
the scorpions tail
inflicts its endless sting
upon his worldly plume
as he manages his
public image
Now,
magnetism disemboweled
love driven to opposite realms
and the waylay of death
A contest entry
- In Honour of the Scorned Woman/Man by NurseChilly.
8000 points, ended February 28, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I like this, I like it alot... it's strong and solid. even though some of the imagery is a little cliched in parts, you've managed to keep it clear and out of the cliche bin
well done and many thanks for entering this contest
G.x -
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Happy you liked it.
Thank you
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Yes, Pain
There is something regal about the imagery of exquisite pain, betrayal and loneliness, still longing. I love the image of twice burned and out of fire, yet emerging out of that loss to...death. That is the worst part, to death.
Well written, dear Mary O.
crystallady
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What a great read this one is! I can relate tomany things you said in this! I love it!!
Best of luck in this contest!
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