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 ©
Very creative rhyme scheme.
ReplyDeleteThank You, I stretched it a bit and after playing around with the aural tones, I then found "lake in" charming, she was already disarming...
DeleteA very sensual piece. You used the form well!
ReplyDeleteGratitude...
DeleteThis is brilliant!! Love this :D
ReplyDeleteWell, 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...
DeleteWell, 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...
DeleteWow...loved the form in your hands! Well done. This is fun, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteYes, it was lots of fun...
DeleteYou had me from the first opening line ~
ReplyDeleteI 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 ~
: ^ )
DeleteThis shows how adaptable the form is, giving your poem such a classical feel. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteIt did feel much like dressing up...very fun indeed...
DeleteI like that your nymph was a poetess and really enjoyed your fifth line rhyming too.
ReplyDeleteAren't they all... :)
Delete"standing staring, dared forsaken", it speaks volumes without lots of wordiness. Very inspiring
ReplyDeleteThank You...I like that line too...sort of wrote itself as I almost sang-spoke it while typing...
Deletea mantra for rogue position...
fingers are slow,
brain is faster,
sing to last here
chanting her composition...
Imaginative ...the form used to perfection!
ReplyDeleteI am somewhat of a free-form-ist but for me, this prompt was beyond ticklishly fun...gratitude for saying such.
DeleteWonderfully atmospheric tone!
ReplyDeleteNicely done, Edward!
ReplyDeleteI flipping love that opening line.
ReplyDeleteShe 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.
Oh, man. I LOVE the idea of poems being "a held vest tight." Just too awesome.
ReplyDeleteAlluring and mysterious.
ReplyDeleteSMiLes.. a naturAlly
ReplyDeletemore 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..:)