An acrostic experimental villanelle , freely built on both Christian and Native American beliefs

The Boy Who Had The Mark

The day she let him into this world

He did not make a sound

Every leaf on every May tree curled

Babies newborn laid in a row of see through beds

Oh how the mothers gathered round

Your boy , they paused then shook their heads

When she looked at his pale but perfect face

How peaceful was the sleep he found

On his body she laid the blanket she'd lined with lace

His lips the colour of a frostcoated rose

As the afternoon sun fell to ground

Death kissed nails lavender on tiny fingers and toes

The time it seemed stopped before the explosion

Hours, minutes and seconds bound

Eternity to split and part every emotion

Men and women returned to spirit world that day

All but a few who were left petrified and astound

Resurrection came upon on the earth they say

King born still came to life through the Virgin of May

Poetry by EmelÚn The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-11-20 at 21:18

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Amanda K
remarkable piece. well-written and expressed. i imagined the picture clearly as you described. bravoooo

all the best,

Thomas Selnes The PoetBay support member heart!
*shivers* So eerie and haunting. As always you present the images exceedingly well, on a raw platter of literal excellence ;)

This is great. You take ancient things and make them new. And what could I say more?

lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Abeautifu land a very clever acrostical form of this old style of poetry well done emelen rgds mike

Emelen - the mystic, mysterious Queen of words that strikes you as thunder and light'ning.
What fate lies in your hands? What fate will await you?
I wish I could get into your head and resolve all your problems and knots that you desperately fight.
I would be the knight in the shining armour with that shiny battle sword that fights every intrigue, every demon, every everything that dares to come in your nearness frightening you.
Then I galantly would ride away while the sun sets in a shadowing dusk.

As I have said before. You touch my soul and mind with your words.

Zoya Zaidi
Emelen, emelen, emelen,
My heart goes out to you
Entranced in the beauty of
Lines, you so artfully bestow
Ever so poetic and mysterious-
Non can match you skill and flow...

Love, Zoya