She was laced in beauty once,
mirror honest, timeless
fresh as churned summer and
easy on the peacocks eye.
Laughter was her language
enough to clean a soul, that
hunted through the darkened sun
to find what must be held
She kissed the hand that thieved
rapt delight, unguarded thrall
smiling in self-cleverness
drunk on sapphire wine.
Glory was her clothing as
the fiddler played a tune, that
muted notes of candour.
She danced a tango just for one
Now summer weeps upon a floor
swept by winters hardest frost
barren scars replaced the dream
of promise deep within.
Onan kara,
mirror honest, timeless
fresh as churned summer and
easy on the peacocks eye.
Laughter was her language
enough to clean a soul, that
hunted through the darkened sun
to find what must be held
She kissed the hand that thieved
rapt delight, unguarded thrall
smiling in self-cleverness
drunk on sapphire wine.
Glory was her clothing as
the fiddler played a tune, that
muted notes of candour.
She danced a tango just for one
Now summer weeps upon a floor
swept by winters hardest frost
barren scars replaced the dream
of promise deep within.
Onan kara,
long forgotten
faded skeins of lies
no artistry, no love libretto
or lasting, steadfast
song of life.
faded skeins of lies
no artistry, no love libretto
or lasting, steadfast
song of life.
.
14 comments:
very elegant, minx. classy and yet raw.
I had to look Onan kara up. Very touching and the photograph is perfect!
I suppose I should have explained that - it means 'once loved' in Cornish (Kernewek).
"Now summer weeps upon a floor
swept by winters hardest frost"
Beautiful imagery in there..
gautami
Nowhere Land
Sad and beautifull..
I found the biykcbsrd!
haunting and beautiful ...
Onan Kara is a beautiful word and this is a beautiful but sad poem. I want her to have a happy ending... I'm having a soppy moment.
Beautiful sad poem. I like the phrase 'churned summer' and the image of her dancing a tango for one - surely one of the most difficult dances to do alone, which is so fitting to the theme of the poem.
Great imagery, Minx.
I've got over my soppy moment Minx, still love the poem and BTW May's looking great!
Funny, isn't it, the Cornish language is one of the most ugly looking languages ever invented. Not surprisingly it died a spoken death quite a few years ago.
Apart from Bluvenn (pen) and kalgh (umm, willy), Onan kara sticks out like a beautiful sore thumb.
Sorry for the 'soppy', V, although I think it should be 'soggy' today - we have had a plague of rain.
Thank you Poetry Thursday visitors - exciting stuff!
Lovely minxie.
Oh Ok -its an open goal... Onan not to do with Onanism is it because
**dragged off amidst muffled screams**
Have you been at the sherry, Mutley?
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