from 'Myrene'
Just for fun. I thought that it would be amusing to add this nasty little bit of scribbling that I wrote years ago.
Just to show that I am not always sweetness and light...
Yes, Steve, you will be surprised to learn that even I have feet of clay.
from 'Myrene'
They bound ribbons round my temples
And the air was sweet with the scent
Of the crushed flowers that lay
Beneath our feet.
Triumphal returning from where
Sullen crowds watched as I rode;
Hair thickly matted on those temples
Blood and sweat mingled,
Coursing down my face
And the stench of death
From a country prostrate
Beneath my heel.
They say that when we offered
Thanks to the Gods
And smoke hung heavy over
The city not yet awake,
A black bitch that had preceded
Us into battle turned upon her mate
And killed him.
Then with the blood still on
Her muzzle, she whelped.
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AUTHORdrbj, thank you so much for showing me where I made the typo (Or was it a Freudian Slip?). I have never been to a Prom, but I have heard that they can be quite hectic... Please note, only you and I, DRBJ (in caps because I love you so much for the help) will know what this comment is all about.
Just had a look on your hubs and saw the interview with Beethoven... I'm off to relish in your work.
Not always sweetness and light, Ian? Would never have guessed. Who knew? Verrrry interesting!
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Thank you, Twin. I got a lick out of it and, frankly, I have considered adding bits and pieces to it when I feel somewhat sinister or whatever.
The Cat next door will be pleased. She's sick of getting a kicking whenever I'm in a black mood.
Thanks for the support. I really appreciate it.
This certainly a different piece from you but I like it. We all have the need to let out our darker parts. I loved it. Hit many buttons. I think you should do more of this darker poetry. I find when I write like this, It just feels good because by day I am very loving and friendly. LOL
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tillsontitan, thank you, than you for your very kind words.
I'll have to put off standing against a cold brick wall and having refuse thrown at me for another day, at this rate.
Greatly appreciated.
Now that is certainly a departure, albeit an interesting one. Hail the fallen conqueror! As anything you do is, this is well done.
Voted up and interesting.
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