Open Poetry #14 |
My Prince's Sword |
theLadypoet Member
since 2001-05-28
Posts 97Or USA |
There is a satin pillow upon which I lay my head. There is a shining moon pouring milk up my bed. My prince is a shadow astride his headstrong steed. He is steel and I am silk. His lips are sweet as mead. He bears a strong sword to cleave my lusty lady-heart. My prince, emboldened, lets loose his Sologen dart. Shadows of his sword play up and down the wall. A sight that would, ‘tis true, a modest maiden quite enthrall. |
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Poeminister Senior Member
since 2000-02-26
Posts 1862Regina SK; Canada |
I love this. Beautifully written. Poeminister |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
Now, this, this is really smooth. Kathleen Blake |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Steel and silk...James |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
I, too, like the juxtaposition of silk and steel. Write on. Live for love. Without love, you don't live. |
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