Created from the Master’s loving hand, a painted shell of true beauty
Bestowed upon a head-strong daughter, endeavoring to break free
Given wings and granted freedom from the Father’s tower
Warned of lovely porcelain’s treasure and its enduring power
freely shared with those who love and give, and it will be safely guarded
foolishly shared with those who use and take, and its power will be thwarted
Lured into the life, the bed, of the unclaimed Adonis-arms
Fallen, twisted effortlessly by serpent’s whims and charms
Dreamt of happy forever’s, eternal bliss, and “death do us part”
Tumbled words of carelessness, crushed the young and tender heart
blinded by rose-colored glasses, confessed a love pure and true
tired by sweet dalliance, declared the flirtation’s end due
Shattered egg, much like the heart, at the feet in a thousand little pieces.
Taught the lesson of careless love-gifting, bringing pain that never ceases.
Inspired by Magpie Tales. Go check it out!
Saturday, April 3, 2010
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12 comments:
Terrific imagery, tender and wise. Nice read!
A good metaphor.
Yup, I have a daughter just like that.
Well crafted poem
Well done! A reminder of the fragility of life and love!
Rick
I have been there. Love's indeed delicate. Very well done, Lisa.
I like the heart being fragile like the egg. Nice one.
Beautiful comparison -- "Shattered egg, much like the heart"
The heart wants what it wants, even at the price of pain.
Joanny
We both wrote about lost love - very nice!
your prose could almost loop back to the first line...created by the masters hand (again)...lovely.
Oh this is excellent. Your images are excellent and I love the mystical feel of an old style morality tale. Love it.
Preach it sistah...stay away from those that use and take! This is a different take on the prompt and I like it!
Nice take on the prompt!
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