There are the Wolves

Enraptured flocks circled by wolves of opportunity. Four strands of intertwined darkness.

Dim lights permeate its vaulted heights and murmured airs fill the grand old hall
     Curious eyes strain forward breathing sighs damp with anticipation
          Dark, her flowing hair and quick her stride as she nears the lectern shawl
               Her book of ribbon-marked pages filled with soulful revelation

               Delicate fingers caress the leaves grown for the selling booth
          Dulcet tones and words of meaning meant only for the hungry
     Begin their delicate weaving, a tapestry of tempered truth
Hung on pegs of calculated perceiving, followed with summary

Graceful arms form subtle pantomime whenever such need arise
     Stepping back to pirouette and amplify necessary passion
          A virtuoso's torrid pace, slows smoothly and teasing tempos chide
               Hands waving, words paint the supple mind in a master's style and fashion

               Have a care nervous and enthralled stock for shearing time approaches
          Round the seated pasture of the many bower'd and arching exits
     Lie the tables upon which your wool is fleeced for hellion coaches
And blooded flesh remaining a token for drooling wolves that sit

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

A beautiful thing on the page, and it reads just as smoothly and beautifully. I love the intricacey of your word choice and the way that you express your thoughts in larger metaphors packed with imagery that is absolutely outstanding.

"Graceful arms form subtle pantomine whenever such need arise"--great line...there is texture, truth and beauty in this.

Overall, I can't think of something that I don't like with this one. Beautifully done.

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T. Serrat]

That was an awfully nice thing to say, GF. Thank you. Too bad I don't know your real name... perhaps you can mentally substitute it for "GF" whenever it appears? ;-)

Knowing what a great writer you are makes your comments all the more valued to me. However, I am a bit surprised that you keep coming back to read and comment on my stuff. Most folks just read a few pieces and call it good; and who's to blame them? I mean there are so many really good writers here. It's easy to get lost in this jungle of words; but hey, I keep forgetting you're a pro - it's what you do. If you keep this up I may be compelled to reconsider the consequences of random acts of kindness.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

It's Sarah :)

[Storm K.]

This is an absolutely wonderful poem. I loved the vibrant imagery of it, the sense of story that travels through out, and for once having words in different colours didn't distract! In fact, I read the 'hidden messages' that seemed to be within the main poem, and those in themselves are dark and fascinating. It's a wonder how you managed to add those in! Very nice work, I really enjoyed it. My only criticism, rather, question would be whether or not you intend to add grammar; the reason is it seems to end fairly abruptly. Otherwise, great job! :)

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T. Serrat]

Hello, Storm! Thank you for reading, your kind words and excellent commentary. I'm sure there are copious opportunities for both punctuation and grammar enhancements that would not adversely affect the piece. Perhaps someone with a good eye for such things could suggest the necessary tweaks. Would you like to take a whack at it? {hint, hint} :o)

[Emma Lee-Riviera]

"Dark, her flowing hair and quick her stride as she nears the lectern shawl/ Her book of ribbon-marked pages filled with soulful revelation..."

[Emma Lee-Riviera]

My computer hates me. -_- Those are the most beautiful lines ever. EVER! And it makes me happy to be able to read something so lovely. Très bien, mon poète. ^-'

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T. Serrat]

Lovely? Lovely?! .. you are too kind. Do you remember your story? The one you have yet to finish? I was wondering if, perhaps, somehow, you might work in the wolves and blooded flesh. Then I might be able to explain what's really going on here.

[Emma Lee-Riviera]

Oh, the wolves exist. There's a pack that is allied with Jezebelle's next master, as well as a small clan of freshwater mer-people and a handful of upper-tier vampires. ^_^ I think I could work them in, no problem.

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T. Serrat]

Most excellent! :)

[Emma Lee-Riviera]

By the by... Thank you, because I think you just solved my 'this-chapter's-intro-really-blows' problem!! XD

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T. Serrat]

I did?! {blink} Cool! ..you know, I'm really wanting to read some more of you. Yea, I know, you've been "busy" but he, must not neglect the fans! :)

[Emma Lee-Riviera]

(O///O) Oh, no, I've disappointed you... *goes and sits in corner of shame* :(

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T. Serrat]

For shame! Sitting in "The Corner of Shame." How many times have I nurtured you about that? Hmmpph! You, come here right now be {hug}'d and fawned over. {feels-forehead} Normal. {checks pulse} Normal. {looks in eyes} Whoa! ..limpid pools of.. Egad! There's a werewolf in there!! Oh, wait, that's just my reflection. Hmm, I need a shave. How about an omelet, juice and a little French poetry? :)

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T. Serrat]

La petite araignée minuscule
Rampé jusqu'à le jet d'eau
Il en est sorti la pluie
read moreLa petite araignée minuscule
Rampé jusqu'à le jet d'eau
Il en est sorti la pluie
Et chassé l'araignée dehors

[Emma Lee-Riviera]

*tentatively moves closer and allows analysis* You're not a werewolf. You're too kind and gentle. *pats hand*

J'aime La Petite Araignée!! Tu es adorable. ^_^
Le soleil s'est levé et a séché toute la pluie
Et la toute petite araignée a regrimpé le long de la gouttière. :)

[kublakhan27]

Masterpiece...nuff said :)

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T. Serrat]

I honestly wouldn't know one if I saw it, but I'll take your word for it because you would certainly know if anyone would. Thanks for reading, khan! :)

[kublakhan27]

Haha you're very welcome, and trust me, I don't use the word idly :)

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T. Serrat]

Why not? They didn't!? Oh... good grief! I knew the courts were rambunctious at times but to ban the word "idly"? How on earth am I going to describe my timely ambition hence forth? [sorry, silly-attack... couldn't resist. :)]

[kublakhan27]

LOL Yikes, I didn't think of that...I'll have to adjust my level of ambition now...thanks for the heads-up, I might have gotten myself in trouble if too many people heard me say it :)

[Healing Star]

This makes me think of our court systems of today.
Also maybe it is just society as a whole today, man they are wolves aren't they.
This is a very inspired, very thought provoking piece.
I like it, I had to read it a few times, but yes I like it. thank you.

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T. Serrat]

Thank you very much for taking a look! Yes, there are a lot of different ways to interpret this; that's for sure. Sorry it such a dense read but that's just the way it turned out. :)

[Ria Kova]

For some reason this makes me think of the lyrics from "To build a home" by Cinematic Orchestra. I get the same chills. I adore this. I want to know the meaning! My subconsciousness had already absorbed it all and made my eyes yet, but my little mind can't decode this all. Or was it not mean to be decoded?
I want to know! I want to know!

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T. Serrat]

First, thank you for reading this! It's so strange, I had my doubts it would interest anyone at all. And yet, here you are... fascinating. At your reference, I located first the lyrics and then a performance to your song reference. [http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107858649743/ & http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bjjc59FgUpg ]

I was fortunate in that I read the lyrics first and I see what you mean... they express a beautiful melancholy of love found, love faded/lost, how life without love must end. How you have connected that to this is quite another matter. That connection is what I refer to, variously, as the reader perspective, the reader interpretation, ... the mind of the reader. No matter what we write, and sometimes we are not even aware of it, but there will always be multiple levels, layer upon layer, of conscious and unconscious messages contained within our writings. It is unavoidable. The human mind has not yet developed the power to focus a singular communication with the clarity and force to be utterly unambiguous; at least for more complex messages. Even mathematics, the most unambiguous language known can fail in this respect... teasing us with transcendentals, primes, and other bizarre creatures born of chaos.

Back to your comments, as above, there are several layers to this piece and at least six messages contrived as two discrete modalities. The first is the usual left-to-right, top-to-bottom reading cum allusion and allegory. The second is a sequence of four "harmonies", supporting messages, that read top-to-bottom and are color coded. It is probably best to read those in color order; although that is not a requirement for their intended purpose.

I hope that helps. Again, thank you for reading, Ria! :)

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T. Serrat]

P.S. I changed the color of one thread harmony, it was merely bold and I noticed it might be difficult to perceive on some displays. Perhaps that will help.