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Romy
Senior Member

since 2000-05-28

Posts 1170
Plantation, Florida

0 posted 2002-01-19 09:45 PM

I haven't posted in the forums for quite awhile, I seem to have lost the ability to write anymore. This poem is the result of a myth challenge in the poetry challenge forum. I hope it's alright to post it here.
Debbie
All of us in town knew the Slater clan,
Striking lads and lively beauties
of equally exceptional parents,
who proudly performed their duties.

In a rambling old house on Springfield street
they grew into their god like skin,
fed on Schubert, Hawthorne, Tolstoy and Bosch,
to some, their existence a sin.

Valerie, she was a different sort,
the youngest of this dynasty,
cheated at birth of spectacular gifts
as homely as ever could be.

To avoid brash comments and raised eyebrows,
she was lovingly kept at home
and taught by siblings, of far off places
that she herself, never would roam.

With effort she learned to cook and to clean
take pride in the shine on the floor-
as she got older, accepted the fact
that this was her lot and no more.

But Cupid had other ideas for Val,
though the young girl could not have known
an arrow would pierce the heart of one man
and she would find love of her own.

One warm June morning, the Slater's were off
doing mythical sorts of things,
as she, in the garden, hung the wet clothes
of the resident queens and kings.

She sang as she worked, a plaintive tune
with notes of such uncommon grace,
one if passing, could not help but notice
the radiant glow on her face.

Just down the hill lived a broken spirit
who spent his dark days in despair,
his house not a home, was filled with neglect
and badly in need of repair.

Edward Tine sat beside the cracked window
and stared at the black empty sky,
as sunrays danced on the floor of the room
ignored by an unseeing eye.

Though blind without question, his hearing keen,
led Val's haunting song in the breeze
to float in the house that wasn't a home
and bring the poor wretch to his knees.

So pure this sound! Bearing joy long forgot
to a heart, withered and hollow
which swelled with promise, as Tine wandered toward
the voice he knew he must follow.

And this is how Val encountered the man
enchanted, who stood at her gate,
blue eyes gleaming with the light of true love
in this wink of romantic fate.

Their marriage, a chorus of days then years,
a house now a home shined with care
and songs of undying passion played on
for the happy, unlikely pair.

Valerie, the vision of loveliness,
which Edward continued to see
endeavored to be the unblemished wife
no Slater assumed she could be.

Romance like this is to big to contain
soon lends itself out to the air
where others inhale it's amorous scent
till they too, are caught unaware.

Finally the townsfolk began to feel
a lighthearted inclination,
to join along with the joyful couple
in their annual celebration.

Red roses and candy, gifts much desired,
vows of eternal devotion,
as sweethearts became electrified
creating a great commotion.

Delightfully new tradition takes hold,
as lovers declare not to stray,
waiting with hopeful anticipation
for Cupid, on Val and Tines day.
.

[This message has been edited by Romy (01-19-2002 09:59 PM).]

pegasus111
Member Elite

since 2000-07-27

Posts 2219
ocala, fl, usa

1 posted 2002-01-20 03:46 AM

I dont know if this should be posted here or not but I'm glad you did. It's lovely and very clever. Perhaps you need a touch of Slubberdegullion to get you started writing again?

the woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep, and many miles to go before I sleep...Frost

Romy
Senior Member

since 2000-05-28

Posts 1170
Plantation, Florida

2 posted 2002-01-20 08:23 AM

I didn't think I'd EVER see that word again! LOL! Yes! Maybe slubberdegullion would be fun!

2dalimit
Member Elite

since 2000-02-08

Posts 2228
Mississippi coast

3 posted 2002-01-20 11:11 AM

Great story. Enjoyed the read.

Melton

Joyce Johnson

Member Rara Avis

since 2001-03-10

Posts 9912
Washington State

4 posted 2002-01-20 01:35 PM

Oh yes indeed you have found your muse again. I loved this story. Joyce

Solstice Son
Member

since 2000-09-19

Posts 469

5 posted 2002-01-21 08:13 AM

" Lost the ability to write" ???...my ivory white bum!!!

This was wonderful..and a much better story to the meaning of valentines day than the one I've heard before

SOL

" and I dream of her always,
even when I don't dream.
her name's on my tongue
and her blood's in my stream."

'Christmas in Prison' John Prine

NapalmsConstantlyConfused

Senior Member

since 2001-05-15

Posts 529

6 posted 2002-01-24 05:38 PM

well this was very different from what i expected in answer to my challenge, and all the better for it. oustanding write, and i'm glad to see your muse returned full force

-Dave

amusemi
Senior Member

since 2001-12-08

Posts 1262
A State of Disarray

7 posted 2002-01-24 11:03 PM

Absolutely magnificent!!! I love this!!

Just believe...

BloomingRose
Member Elite

since 2000-08-09

Posts 3092
Florida

8 posted 2002-01-30 06:22 AM

Don't ever think you've lost the abiltiy to write. This is truly delightful!

Deb

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