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Curtsey for the King
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Curtsey for the King |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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The Goddess saw her--concubine-- though the girl was peasantry sailing with a basket laced with the balance of belief just this ripe enough for now at the market wicker weave - The Goddess saw her and she knew: this girl would curtsey for the King come the days of pageantry-- and the harvest moon would be a celebration of the mead and etchings on the moon. The bitter dropped a pace of stone. The Goddess let lace covering make patterns on her face with sun- so furied in the haste of love. "I must warn my God," she thought. "Women are the devil's wings, and baskets as an offering have crippled crown before." The litter slumbered under foot in sand that knew this liquid floor - sinking into every step soldiering the load of lore wary of the sharp stone wedge of pebbles, angled, swords. * * * Trumpets sounded at the sight of elephants in dusk twilight and as the bridge was drawing low the Goddess cleaved her covering as the stomp of wooden plank rang the bells of home, she showed the slightest sign of shivering with the rattle of her bones steady as the mighty night flexed the flames of stars atoned only by the fall of light-- something fearful grows. * * * "A bath," she muttered to the knave. The moon was low and Venus craved the diligence of absolute as Goddess soothed the principles and hurried for the lave. She pulled the string that tied her robe. Impatience, wading into cold waters of emotionless and barked to maids, "prepare my dress and bring to me my oils." She lined creases of her eyes and sprinkled powdered lies b'neath her breasts and blood behind her knees-- the secrets of the witch, she reached gathered drapes of summer sheers crafted to caress the breast by the measurement of hands matched perfection to her King. Musk and myrrh and cinnamon permission to proceed to end consent by biting of her lip to bruise them swollen cherries hint of what surely lies b'neath. The Ladies waiting, polished hair with hands of scent that promised there was a hint of them somewhere in hopeful nuptial. The Goddess rang the bell. * * * The courtmen met her at her door, a carpet rolled upon the floor that the Goddess feet be spared the grit of stone upon her toes. Torches flickering fine light through the corridors in time pulsing heart fragility to the chamber door of greet God by grace of charity she sank humble to her knees and glanced her eyes downcast to floor her blush to cheek her heart to pure then I heard the Goddess pray: "Let me be received," she begged. * * * God was generous that day. He opened chambers to his bed, munching grapes to wine he said, "the concubine was sweet." |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Trumpets sounded at the sight of elephants in dusk twilight and as the bridge was drawing low the Goddess cleaved her covering as the stomp of wooden plank rang the bells of home, she showed the slightest sign of shivering with the rattle of her bones steady as the mighty night flexed the flames of stars atoned only by the fall of light-- something fearful grows. Karen what an awesome write... shakin my head.... only you gal...only you can gift us with something this spectacular! Well done K... The greatest beauty on earth, is |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
 m'lady |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
serenity, Now you let the cat out of the bag, I'll never be the same. Excellent |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
... Ser, this is your best..I am totally speechless. I am in awe of your work. Bravo! |
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jellybeans Member Elite
since 2000-10-13
Posts 2298 |
wow...this says sooooooo much, men will always be 'men' and women will always see through other women...nothing changes....except the imagery with which it is portrayed, I love this setting, my little one and I have been reading the Chronicals of Narnia, in which there are queen's and curtsy's...and I just love this |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Licking me lips and thinking ... mmmmmm ... tis sweet the poetess more than the cherry without stem.  Such beauty you push with your pen, even in the trials of humanity lost. I knew I was in for a treat when I clicked and I got double marshmellow with this one. ohhhhhhh and yes, I will stay awhile as you requested. Wouldn't want that year long search to start over again now would we? |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
And in the counting house the King was counting out his money And his bedroom he counted out his honey And as God amongst himself He drew a sacrifice Freely given To bath him In water And an inner spirit Monumental in the plays of word, deed, desire and emotion Dave |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
like Raph... and...YOU collapse me M'lady Serenity. Sigh....you are poetica, you are goddess, you are incredible. WOW! doin the library thang Mxx Well I see you doing, What I try to do for me, With the words from a poet, And a voice from a choir, And a melody, nothing else matters. ~Stevie Nicks |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
Awesome write, Blaze. I absolutely loved it.  Thanks, coyote |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
"I must warn my God," she thought. "Women are the devil's wings, and baskets as an offering have crippled crown before." The litter slumbered under foot in sand that knew this liquid floor - sinking into every step soldiering the load of lore wary of the sharp stone wedge of pebbles, angled, swords. * * * Trumpets sounded at the sight of elephants in dusk twilight and as the bridge was drawing low the Goddess cleaved her covering as the stomp of wooden plank rang the bells of home, she showed the slightest sign of shivering with the rattle of her bones steady as the mighty night flexed the flames of stars atoned only by the fall of light-- something fearful grows. * * * "A bath," she muttered to the knave. The moon was low and Venus craved the diligence of absolute as Goddess soothed the principles and hurried for the lave. She pulled the string that tied her robe. Impatience, wading into cold waters of emotionless and barked to maids, "prepare my dress and bring to me my oils." She lined creases of her eyes and sprinkled powdered lies b'neath her breasts and blood behind her knees-- the secrets of the witch, she reached gathered drapes of summer sheers crafted to caress the breast by the measurement of hands matched perfection to her King. Musk and myrrh and cinnamon permission to proceed to end consent by biting of her lip to bruise them swollen cherries hint of what surely lies b'neath. The Ladies waiting, polished hair with hands of scent that promised there was a hint of them somewhere in hopeful nuptial. The Goddess rang the bell. ====================================== I dont know which I love more of this epic beauty...the imagery absolutely ROCKS, all the colors and details wrapped in your rhyme divine and yes lets talk about that rhyme element...the cadence, meter, word play and assonance are so poetically impressive and well done.... *shaking me head*.... you ARE poetry baby.... Still smiling at you for this.... "I must warn my God," she thought. "Women are the devil's wings, and baskets as an offering have crippled crown before." oh you aint neva lied. AWESOME write me twin... Gonna print it out--if I ever find the cables ... lmao moving bites baby.. rofl.. YES...you KNOW. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
dang! Lady, you ARE the goddess of passions with this write such a well written tale, a passionate peek into the chambers of the heart and mind as well as all kind of thrones  keepin it, to sip these words again later |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
All I can think of is getting this illustrated into a little book Beautiful just beautiful work. I saved the wee ditty I did, I did! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
thank you I could write for ya'll forever. (in fact, at times, it feels that way, don't it?)  And Sharon, the illustration thing was just suggested to me by the sister twist earlier, so maybe I'll have to break out the chalks--I never know WHAT I'm gonna do next.  But thank you all kindly for reading. And stop all that bowing b.s. It's just ME for cryin' out loud. (Keep doin' that Raph, Maree, and I'll give ya'll something to do while yer down there.  ) Love to you all. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Karen, you took me there with this one. Absolutely 10 on the scale! I am so impressed!  ....jo |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
My God I have missed this and you . . . I want more . . . Poetry, theatre, mythology, mysticism, sexuality, passion, intelligence, form, beauty . . . (hey, I am describing you) *smile* |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
"Women are the devil's wings Did I mention this is a WOW poem  I want more!  cuz fate is not just whose cooking smells good |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
So the movie comes out when? Awesome job, little one... |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
wow epic weave of words! very nicely presented! **babygirL** |
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