March 24, 2016

she was emerging from a lake inn (an octain)


Museum Calouste Gulbenkian, Lissabon, Portugal.
'Nymph and Satyr'. Michel Claude, France 1764.




her beauty was quick, stab me light 
I spied her in a chance taken 
standing staring, dared forsaken 

a nymph she was in my plain sight
she wrapped and wept, bark toothed adept 
keeping her poems, a held vest tight 

she was emerging from a lake inn 
where I surrendered without fight



EJR ©

25 comments:

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    1. Thank You, I stretched it a bit and after playing around with the aural tones, I then found "lake in" charming, she was already disarming...

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  2. A very sensual piece. You used the form well!

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  3. This is brilliant!! Love this :D

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    1. Well, Thank You very much...the prompt became this joyful little dance in the middle of the road, I had to play a bit, along my journey as well...

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    2. Well, Thank You very much...the prompt became this joyful little dance in the middle of the road, I had to play a bit, along my journey as well...

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  4. Wow...loved the form in your hands! Well done. This is fun, isn't it?

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  5. You had me from the first opening line ~

    I didn't know that you take to poetry form, but you do effortlessly too ~

    Good to see you so enthusiastic at our prompts ~

    Happy Easter ~

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  6. This shows how adaptable the form is, giving your poem such a classical feel. Beautiful.

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    1. It did feel much like dressing up...very fun indeed...

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  7. I like that your nymph was a poetess and really enjoyed your fifth line rhyming too.

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  8. "standing staring, dared forsaken", it speaks volumes without lots of wordiness. Very inspiring

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    1. Thank You...I like that line too...sort of wrote itself as I almost sang-spoke it while typing...

      a mantra for rogue position...
      fingers are slow,
      brain is faster,
      sing to last here
      chanting her composition...

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  9. Imaginative ...the form used to perfection!

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    1. I am somewhat of a free-form-ist but for me, this prompt was beyond ticklishly fun...gratitude for saying such.

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  10. Wonderfully atmospheric tone!

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  11. I flipping love that opening line.

    She keeps her poems against, or inside, her chest because anytime you write something, you give it power. She is careful not to write anything that may contribute to her own mental and/or emotional demise.

    I hear, "She was emerging from lichen/liken/like-kin."

    Mad Love for the ending couplet.

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  12. Oh, man. I LOVE the idea of poems being "a held vest tight." Just too awesome.

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  13. SMiLes.. a naturAlly
    more visual person
    than verbal person..
    i am smitten by the
    statues of the male
    and female forms you
    provide.. and pleasant
    to say.. the best way i appreciate
    the softer version of the human genders
    is in a soft to hard dance.. of being
    hUman
    iN flesh and
    blood.. 11 million
    words.. i would trade
    for just one dance
    step i own
    now with
    fairer
    smiles
    of THAT
    gender now..:)

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