Root Of The Maiden by Danny Beatty at All poetry

I will give you the finest effect of temptation’s sum.

Wet silk and roses will be like cement, clumsy and overwrought

mere castle fences bent into an irony meant beautiful simply.

Lithe of your motion, I am an air new.

The mistress of the manor shall gasp from a window her bedpost boasts.

I shall wave and run and she will know the gusto of peasants

and forlorn longings of her confusion keys.

No bird shall know it has flown through me, nor left a remnant —

its heart upon my lips I will press into your empty space

meadow or valley, pond or the dew laden arch of a new Spring vine

wherever there is no root moist

within your earthbound sigh.

Author notes

dedicated to my ... Swan
image: Maidens Picking Flowers, by JW Waterhouse

any words that didn't exist prior to this poem which are in poem do now exist ... i invent words, i like to invent words and that's all there is to it, so don't go there

In a list

Comments

1 - 7 of 7

By me, right now

Adding your comment:
Spiritvision angel
January 31

Edit | Reply

Moqui, you know that very few can or could ever write in the mystical magical ways that you do. Your admired by many and those who don't probably have not discovered your talent. This is amazing in its softness of silk and scents of roses. Angeni & mis'quai ki
- Danny Beatty
  January 31
  Edit | Reply
  
  mis'quai'ki .... wow ... he reading with you .... honored totally honored ....
klassy lassy
January 26

Edit | Reply

I didn't find any new words, Danni, but the lines are lovely and I like these especailly:

"No bird shall know it has flown through me, nor left a remnant — its heart upon my lips I will press into your empty space"

To catch the heart of a bird truly is the wealth of a peasant. The joyous feeling is heart-warming. ~K
Seth L. Lombardy
January 26

Edit | Reply

Moqui, I cannot give you enough praise
This is a tremendous read frist thing in the morning. This captures the essence of my thoughts (more or less) when I first get going in the morning. That male morning effect matured in poetics.
Night Hope
January 25
Edit | Reply

Oooh...yes. You KNOW I adore Waterhouse's paintings.
Night Hope
January 25

Edit | Reply

You ARE my golden talisman, Danni.

♥ ♥ etc.

You were OBVIOUSLY sent here on a secret, sacred mission to secure me...

then torture me into happiness...& then...twist me into giggling, lil' knots of rainbowsflutterbyeskitespuppiesfrisbeesdriftingintheparkwhileourtoescurlinthegrass&wesing,
right???

Sighhh...I dunno, Scribe.

I swear...if you could just drip into a slim, crystal bottle only a mere splash of this effervescent essence of your generous, eternal gifting of word, passion, music & praise for Beauty...then, spray it into the air conditioning vents of the world...there would be no war, no hunger, no bickering, no sudden power outages... (Nooo...wait, maybe those still. Yes. Definitely those.)

EV'RYONE would "tune in, turn on & drop IN" to read the latest installment...the purest words being painted upon parchment...of a languid, lingering love story being born in this very Now, ripping apart the very fabric of the heavens, straining & surging through tempests too bold & dark to fathom, only to Become One...

& all the while, the angels sings for this ardor, these feverish pursuits of passion & glory...

& me...??? I can only ever sighhh...

Well...& bow every other phrase...after recovery, of course. Sheesh.
Night Hope
January 25
Edit | Reply

♥