Jars of Rhyme

When a girl becomes a woman.

The waiting game finally turns a clover withered

in this kingdom where a girl becomes a woman

In the cabalcade of big statures,

a great socialite menace of the giants

great men have become the dungeons

prisoners of their own innocence...

Buried her childish inhibitions

and arisen the pink collar of fresh budded roses.

 

The poem has written the past

Seventeen stanzas of blossoming masterpiece

and one riveting truth to realization

The title wherein it holds the rest of her years.

 

 

 

Where bees have to find the sweetest of beauty

and one has to battle across solemn rhythm

of dillemma that will endure the most of joys.

Her love, her light, her wisdom

The jars of rhyme will become another chapter

That was buried for her to find...

Not one petal will wither against all wars

 

And the scent of the rivers

Unfold the gown she interwoven by silk and dust

Will give her the majesty of all kingdom

And the rest will fall in her glory.

As she stedfast her wit and beauty of a queen

Young Elizabeth will wear her might

and battle the Garden of war...

Where the Jar has left the words for hers

 

She took the lid off, and sprung the thousands

Those words would somehow rhyme the glory

The Glory for the next Chapters to be told.

Reviews

[Maxinne Marie]

200 points! thank you for this rc :)