Fairy Maid
Composite Poem: 30 Lines
A Tender-hearted, youthful maid beseeching strongly, hand and eye,
Strong the former racing from me; the southern belle steps blithely by
So free that step and laughter sounding, cell phone cupped against her ear.
'What time tonight?!' she brimming wondered, effervescence all could hear.
For she was light and airy as a feather's flight upon the breeze,
With purple skirt fair swishing just an eyebrow's raise above her knees.
And from the many faces turning, dark and lighter mien confused
I read this sun-warmed maiden plainly, sighing knew what she would lose.
So bright and dewy, fair-sweet promise, acorns dappled with the sun
Warped and twisted, cracked husk broken, windswept leaves their bounty run
She met him at the cinema; he smiled and leaned against the wall
White shades were laid between his eyes; she never minded this at all
And though he lit his cigarette despite her earnest plea's refrain
Despite the stinging in her eyes, the wilting flower still remained.
What wonder then should I confess while knowing all ere first she found
A scribbled number, penned in haste which fell by chance upon the ground.
Her stinging eyes welled freely then, her feather spirit falling down
The mold she watered with her tears, wished golden shoots instead of brown
But little found within the gloaming, clawing in the barren loam
Painful thoughts as gnawing ants, made feast her flesh and followed home
She tried to mend a broken heart, as sure as mend their love beside
He laughed and plucked a petal freely, plucked another though it died
Their friends still talked and circled round, wasted joy each weekend night.
Her heart but little knowing while he wrung her dry and sapped her sight.
Until she saw her chance one day, a yellow trellis hoisted high
Smiling sadly, she took a rung, a wetness seeping down her thigh
'Climb!' she said and higher still, she took that teetering airy way
Climbed another rung to where the birds perched still at break of day
And stepping boldly through the gloom, blood beating, an unruly tide
She waited at the misted gulf; with fading tendrils, streamed o'er the side.
A Tender-hearted, youthful maid beseeching strongly, hand and eye,
Strong the former racing from me; the southern belle steps blithely by
So free that step and laughter sounding, cell phone cupped against her ear.
'What time tonight?!' she brimming wondered, effervescence all could hear.
For she was light and airy as a feather's flight upon the breeze,
With purple skirt fair swishing just an eyebrow's raise above her knees.
And from the many faces turning, dark and lighter mien confused
I read this sun-warmed maiden plainly, sighing knew what she would lose.
So bright and dewy, fair-sweet promise, acorns dappled with the sun
Warped and twisted, cracked husk broken, windswept leaves their bounty run
She met him at the cinema; he smiled and leaned against the wall
White shades were laid between his eyes; she never minded this at all
And though he lit his cigarette despite her earnest plea's refrain
Despite the stinging in her eyes, the wilting flower still remained.
What wonder then should I confess while knowing all ere first she found
A scribbled number, penned in haste which fell by chance upon the ground.
Her stinging eyes welled freely then, her feather spirit falling down
The mold she watered with her tears, wished golden shoots instead of brown
But little found within the gloaming, clawing in the barren loam
Painful thoughts as gnawing ants, made feast her flesh and followed home
She tried to mend a broken heart, as sure as mend their love beside
He laughed and plucked a petal freely, plucked another though it died
Their friends still talked and circled round, wasted joy each weekend night.
Her heart but little knowing while he wrung her dry and sapped her sight.
Until she saw her chance one day, a yellow trellis hoisted high
Smiling sadly, she took a rung, a wetness seeping down her thigh
'Climb!' she said and higher still, she took that teetering airy way
Climbed another rung to where the birds perched still at break of day
And stepping boldly through the gloom, blood beating, an unruly tide
She waited at the misted gulf; with fading tendrils, streamed o'er the side.
posted by David Humes at 5:10 AM
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