Here's my second post in as many days. I probably won't be updating this frequently in the future, I just figured that if I'm going to get this thing going right, I should hit the ground running.
This poem is based on a short story I wrote last year. It was about a man who becomes so fascinated with the intricate romantic trickery his lover is using on him, that he starts to play along with it in secret. He becomes obsessed, watching her "spin her web", just to see how well her lies hold up and how far she'll take them. The story didn't come out as well as I had hoped, but I did write a poem about it.
Gypsy-Red.
The magic lies deep in lies half-told,
And in the trinkets, the vague promises you sold
Came true in a way I would never expect,
In hindsight, your deceit deserves a certain respect.
You're an island-blue vial by a tarnished old flask,
And a royal-purple band on a gypsy-red mask.
You've got a treacherous demeanor, but a dignity that's seen,
Under pirate-gold treasures and all that poison-green.
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i love this. So much description, i feel like i'm there
ReplyDeleteExcellent meter..good work !
ReplyDeleteI like it!
ReplyDeletei really like the color description of "gypsy red"
Def will be following to see anything else:)
(btw id like to read the story that goes along with the poem, sounds interesting actually)
I wrote my first poem last year, tell me what you think:
http://hernoviceart.blogspot.com/2010/02/her-novice-poetry.html
Thank you, everyone!
ReplyDeleteAnd GiGi, The story that goes with this poem ended up being pretty terrible, so unfortunately I won't be posting it (unless I rewrite it, haha). I will be posting other stories from time to time (including one tiny story next week), so make sure to check back!