curses

curses

A Poem by Emily B
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been contemplating Tennyson's "Lady of Shalott"

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You’re whispering secrets to stars
and I’m warbling love songs
to confused meadowlarks.

Tennyson is too romantic

for a fool like me.

Maybe I should keep to my tower--
busy fingers making seams
no one can see.

Even if there are curses.

I will still walk
through the green valley
holding a valiant hand.


© 2010 Emily B


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Hey, I really like this. It feels carefully-crafted, so I'll cup its fragile words gently in my mind and savour your skill.

"and I’m warbling love songs
to a confused meadowlark" - for some reason I love a good metaphor beginning with 'and', I think it's the implied casual voice...and this is a particularly nice one.

Like everyone below, I have only praise for this poem.
Cheers for sharing it with us.

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so beautiful, soft and loving Emily.

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I have no critsims! I think it's amazing :)

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An excellent, contemplative piece.

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Keep on walking

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Methinks you will not be back in the tower again and that the spirit of Mr.T will have you on the romantic side of things for evermore. *bows*

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This poem haunts me!

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I loved this!

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'whispering secrets to stars' and 'warbling love songs' - yeah - i guess sometimes - casting shadows that no one owns - and that escape footsteps - is the task of choice - but that's just a guess - and i'm pretty sure - my guesses are usually inaccurate - :) -
- stunning poem!! - absolutely loved it!! -

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Emily B

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