Cupid's BloodA Poem by Geralyn MillerLove, four little letters form a word of great importance in the scope of humankind. 'Tis sad to see Love bandied like a gaudy fairing prize; as if Love only mattered in time of Valentine.
Sad to see Love sullied by the loathsome trappings of commercial Valentine. Relentless hearts of pink and red, oft' trimmed in lace and such; mass market drivel that pass as cards of love, a million of each kind, as if each Love was only of one sort.
Worst of all, and most of all, the dreaded cupid. sneering ersatz "angel baby", of age some thousand years. That ever knowing smirk as he fires arrows without thought, causing love to wound the best and truest souls.
I long to take a heart of deepest, darkest red, sharpen it to dagger point, take that Cupid by the hair, and draw dagger 'cross his throat, 'til his blood would spill with gay abandon o'er each and every card of crass commercial wishes.
Leaving Love, unfettered, to find it's own sweet way, when the time is right. © 2011 Geralyn MillerAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on January 25, 2011 Last Updated on January 25, 2011 AuthorGeralyn MillerPhoenix, AZAboutI was born in the year of the Dragon, and am prone to roaring for amusement's sake. I have been writing poetry since I was eight. That's right, fifty years of poetry, all written in longhand. In ad.. more..Writing
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