Sunday, July 15, 2012

The swirl of passion

The synthetic bodies lure each other,
Unfortunately into a crinkling fight of crowns.

She was the maid, the other a princess.
Like two complementary understandings,
they are listening to bits and some sirens,
some horse neighing in a farm and
some bizarre jewels grittling around
each other’s neck.
They listen till it’s a dawn again
though the relief is seldom or If I say
never realized.
There’s no coyness in either’s eyes
just a smudgeness to win him over
through a final euphony
in the gusting sky.

But one is a maid, the other a princess.
Like two hearts with no blood,
they hand their hands to each other’s pain
and go on a vacation.
The companion falsed each lady’s shadow
but the serendipity  was meant to baffle
and calm the songs of lame passion
to a lovely tale of kinship.


Laurie Kolp said...

Lovely... I especially like your strong beginning.

Daydreamertoo said...

One a maid, the other a princess and in a battle to win a heart too. I'm glad they ended up as friends.
Lovely wordle :)

Green Speck said...

Superb wordplay .... quite fresh and different :-)

daphnepurpus said...

Strong beginning and I too am glad they ended up as friends! Nice wordle! :-)

joanne said...

I thot immediately of figurines in a garden...hope they had a fab vacation...

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

"songs of lame passion" This must be my favorite image in the poem! Of course, I am left wondering if "lame" is to mean "crippled" or "stupid"--or perhaps it means both at once. Never mind. I like the image!

Gardener Grittle

Aravind R Sankar said...

serendipity...lame passion

story well told!
loved the stuff

Jules said...

This reminds me of a biblical story...A sad ending in that one where the maid and child born were sent away because of jealously. What would have happened if the wife and maid could have become friends?
Interesting take on an interesting Wordle word.

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gautami tripathy said...

This tale has more to it...I like how you wrote this..

planted ruminations