Monday, April 9, 2012
a cyclical story.
if there was a trophy
he knew he had earned it
gradually mimicking nature as the seasons changed
he knew he was a warrior
a ruler among the pious few
all the while, dragging the pretty young thing by her hair
he situated her on a pedestal
as he prepared his throne
the shrubbery grew around her as he stacked precious stones
he thought would defend her
ignoring the power she offered him
inside the empty house on a lake, the grounds are overgrown
he never saw time passing
while she cut off her hair
© written a long time ago... rediscovered 4.9.12 heather brager
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This is super image-filled...I love it.
ReplyDelete"he knew he was a warrior
a ruler among the pious few
all the while, dragging the pretty young thing by her hair"
Perfect.
Hey, this is kind of an inappropriate request, but I've seen some of your art, and I was wondering if you'd like to become a regular art contributor to my magazine (http://dumbbuttmag.blogspot.com/). If you'd give us the honor, as well, we'd like to publish some of your poetry.
It's just if you're cool with that. If not, that's fine too I guess. Hit me back: ryanswofford@gmail.com. Thanks!
Ryan, thank you for reading and commenting. I have responded to your FB message. :) H.
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