He sought to stroke an english rose
with cheeks of ruby hue,
tending to tinctures of tenderness
within petals
of perfection's air...
and so he spun such deliberate restraints
around her swaying scent,
inhaling her with ignorance, to keep her
standing still.
He walked, he thought, he planned,
he mused;
he strung such woe inside weary mind,
as envy etched itself in ire-
within failure's fires, that scorched her womb.
When then he bound her
to the satan of his soul,
to meld her life to sway as his
he banished her from beauty's smiles
so she sang of his despairs.
Possessiveness had played too long
with ease,
as gardens grew grey in autumn's hush
and fall felt howls of hunger's hurts
from her frail and freezing heart.
And so she cried at amber skies
with eyes made of precious jewels,
that sparkled only with flickers of regret-
of neglect and cruelty...
of how he'd maimed her motherhood,
taken blood from instinct's veins;
reigning thorns to adorn his spite
that slipped off lips of controlling ways.
Her petals browned and blew to grieve,
one by one by one
like a wedding, white in winter's clothes
dreams melted before early morn
and there her roots rattled with such sorrow
for tomorrows she would never know
whilst he clung fast to trophy's rust...
the only remnants of her core.
Author notes
http://allpoetry.com/xJustifiablyMex
A contest entry
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Comments
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I think of classic theater here such as 4th century Athens when a chorus would chant and the actors would play their lines, sometimes as if speaking to the Gods sometimes reaching to all of humanity for understanding, always the legend of an heroic figure portrayed with the appeal to divine justice; women always second class citizens or worse...mankind it seems has short tenure but long held resentments, this is excellent...PK
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This poem so wonderfully illustrates the rhythm of free verse. I adored the imagery and the intense story painted by your words. You have tempered the poetic devices of language until they are just enough to carry the lyricism but not too much to seem contrived. This is a beautful entry and leaves no doubt as to your talent. Thank you for this lovely work. Peace, Liz
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So well done. A beautifully pure and emotional entry. Wonderful. ~Pamela
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WOW. each line is packed with a very
profound punch.
"And so she cried at amber skies
with eyes made of precious jewels,
that sparkled only with flickers of regret"....
That part hit home for me.
Delila
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