She lay spread before me atop her hillside bed, beneath a glistening blanket of pure white. Her virulent attack upon my mind beckons, “come hither, and lie with me this night.”
Peering stares from all around were Iris eyes of chambermaids, dressed in lovely satin gowns of lilac mauve and yellow.Beside the woodland's babbling brook, insects waltzed on saffron threads to alluring tones of nature’s strumming cello.
As if a vine of ivy, toxic illusion begins its curling climb, creeping over landscapes designed within my mind. I, with watchful eye, beheld sweet petal’s slow demise as her beauty paled at the touch of death’s cold bite, her elemental grandeur gone, beneath the earth her lusty bulb, enshrined.
Silently she bowed her head, a gentle spasm and now she’s dead. As a lover, after release, she awaits rebirth, when once again her beauty shall throng this fruitful earth.
Alas, lost love vindicated, my phantasm incubated, giving life and substance to m'lady temptress, a lustrous crocus lady indeed.
This piece was written as a challenge given to me by a friend. He presented a word-bank consisting of: Notated, substance, babble, vindicate(ion), spasm (s), yelp, vine, ivy, crocus, phantasm, cathode, kismet, virulent, elemental & yelp.
It was not necessary to utilize all of them, but I managed to use quite a few. It's still a work in progress as I am unsatisfied with a few things. BUT, as a great poet once said: A poem is never finished, only abandoned!
Although this piece is written from a gentleman's perspective; I am a female. There was no other way to approach this write due to the simple fact: it's written regarding a flower - the crocus lady.
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This was a great answer to a worthy challenge. I thoroughly enjoyed the poem. Beautifully written, I find myself reading it over and over.......and probably will continue to do so. I am very selective on what types of poetry I read. It has to grab me, or it doesn't hold my interest. "Lady Temptress" grabbed, and held my attention from start to finish. In this piece the author has penned a breathtaking example of how great poetry should be written. Well done!
Your challenge was met with the most beautiful prose poem that I have ever enjoyed.
This is surely the poem I plan to read and reread and it is a work that will be seen by many
who will be suggesting that it should be enjoyed by everyone, everywhere. a magnificent
write. It will inspire me to write in a way that poetry should be written. Emily, I hope,
wherever her soul resides, probably in the minds of many living great poets, will also
think better thoughts than i am capable of expressing.
This poem is so pretty, and I already told you that. But I'll say it again. It almost felt like I was there.. because you described it so.. wonderfully. I also think the font you chose to use accents the style of the poem, and the words and images really nicely. Great job. =]
Wonderful, Rambling...simply marvelous. Your friend gave you a challenge to challenge your inner muse and you managed to pull it off with flying colors. I can't help but feel this must be a love poem of some kind. Beautifully penned, anyone who can use insects in a love poem and pull it off so well is one talented artist in my book.
I'm hidden amongst the rambling rose, entwined within my rambling proseplease beware of the thorns.
I'm a budding new writer who hasn't got a clue. I love words, but only know a few. I'm.. more..