She came in drapes of gold..the finest draperies ever
her hair, jet black in colour
were short and cropped like the savannah forest
on her hair were flowers of lava.
and on her fingers, rings of fire,
with blood shot eyes..what a jumble she was.
Fathered by non yet known
she was the mother of all despised things
as ugly on the outside,
and within..absolutely rotten.
When she moved,
it was with slow, slithery, yet graceful steps.
Slipping on the spine of mother earth and her people
rooted firmly in the center of our being,
all she wanted was acceptance.
She came with a gift
and for those who accepted,
she became a humble tiger.
She lives still amongst us
sure of her welcome,
even by mother earth.
She came with a gift...
did you accept it?
OGENE.
A contest entry
- Isn't Something Missing? by tsukiyo.
500 points, ended January 20, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
tell me what you think.
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A lovely write full of imagery and movement which I adore....I suggest you adding the required Information into your Authors' Notes before it gets pulled
You have a gift of visuals with your quill....nice job indeed......and your accent is hardly noticeable......good luck and remember to place tat info into your Authors' Notes.....if you do not know how, ask your Host
Good luck & God bless,
Bear ~
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Read the rules, please.
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I don't quite get the missing info in my AN. could you please tell me what it is and how to correct it?
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"Isn't something missing??" is missing
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