written about a picture of a maiden on a record jacket sleeve
By M.A.Meddings
So stunning she was
The girl in the hat
Even at nineteen
A virgin rose
With a skin so pure and soft
That a reflected light
Up from the river
Diffused and made whole her beauty
And her hair?
Well you couldn't really see
Under the hat
But at a guess,
From the merest wisp
And the bright shine of her freckles
It was Titian,
A delicate colour
She was prettily dressed
But the cut of her gown
Of pure white silk
With a blaze of lace at the throat
Hung in long sinuous folds
From her breasts
So that any man might
Prefer, she was not dressed at all
Yet the hat?
The hat said it all
Wide brimmed straw of Midnight blue
With a soft Satin sash from the brim
As it trailed and hung to touch her back
It gave her,
A touch of class
And that was the killing of me
So serene she was
Just as a woman should be
And in her unwitting
seduction of my heart
Her radiant beauty gave a lift
To this drab world
And she enchanted me
And became, The virgin rose
The end
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2005-11-30 at 20:58
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the Virgin rose by M.A.Meddings
The Virgin RoseBy M.A.Meddings
So stunning she was
The girl in the hat
Even at nineteen
A virgin rose
With a skin so pure and soft
That a reflected light
Up from the river
Diffused and made whole her beauty
And her hair?
Well you couldn't really see
Under the hat
But at a guess,
From the merest wisp
And the bright shine of her freckles
It was Titian,
A delicate colour
She was prettily dressed
But the cut of her gown
Of pure white silk
With a blaze of lace at the throat
Hung in long sinuous folds
From her breasts
So that any man might
Prefer, she was not dressed at all
Yet the hat?
The hat said it all
Wide brimmed straw of Midnight blue
With a soft Satin sash from the brim
As it trailed and hung to touch her back
It gave her,
A touch of class
And that was the killing of me
So serene she was
Just as a woman should be
And in her unwitting
seduction of my heart
Her radiant beauty gave a lift
To this drab world
And she enchanted me
And became, The virgin rose
The end
Poetry by lastromantichero
Read 689 times
Written on 2005-11-30 at 20:58
Tags Beauty
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