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Diana
ashtray

In a blink of time, a space
 1
between the boardwalk and the stars
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ripped open for a brunette to walk
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on by the bridge to the sandcastle
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where a mellow heart began to dance.
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Orchid lips begat candid songs, passwords
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bespoken of lost locks: the end of forgery!
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A huntress, after all too many fearful
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novices only ankle deep in the slosh
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(neither nymphs nor midwives),
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blessing and embellishing the winnow
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with light painted arrows ripping the fog.
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Premonitory glory of exploding supernovas
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placing iridescent constellations, love fables,
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in our modern sky, a mediterranean sojourn
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awoke in the wake of your prana, in
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the art of your sandals upon the sand. I
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had slept to dream of no other goddess but
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the one that would arm and disarm: the
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mellifluous convection of a cinnamon claret
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my chaste reward for following the hunt
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until exhaustion at the tone of the aubade.
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The land of the morrow a fertile song, a
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vindication of opprobrium from a lustful fast,
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from your rime and faraway moonlight beads
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swell the earth for eglantines never more
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to grow askance; in the middle, met you,
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in the middle last, bewildered in the cadence
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of a pastoral lark: the bushes blossomed and
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the bird sung stanzas long dark hid in fright
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lockstep with your apparition millennia after
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the abolition of deities tending hunting grounds.
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Was I so certain to have found your wit?
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Will and time had me hoard, feckless
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and alone, a guardian’s post at the temple
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of your orb; honor and abeyance fruitful
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in a forest bereft of memory of its wild
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dwellers, none extant, not a courting but a
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vision of a hero liberated from banality and the
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freedom to slay in easeful sways the most dangerous
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game: it is hardly a choice when fate flourishes
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the stars and the universe in a whisk from your lips,
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only to show that I might be human, after all,
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impotent and prayerful in the fray for your eyes.
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13 Nov 09

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cool poem-
though had to read twice
to take it all in...
but it was well worth it--
nicely-crafted write
 — JKWeb

redolent regret in an earnest and deliberating monsoon of words arcing toward the eventual castigation's of doubt bleeding in human, all too human reds reflecting the fragility of the numinous, thus moving us ... you've a writers wit and a painters palette dripping in the word choices here, yet you've laden us with so many wondrous images that Diana is lost, buried in them which does not distill into feeling nor candor -- perhaps the carving edge has need of sharpening to get to the bones here laid to final rest -- I get the feeling of a writer deep and long suffering in anguishes that has laid dorment too long -- here you've tapped into the heart and a gush of blood comes blasting from your pen, to leave ordinary impressions on the surface of our eyes ... however, the craft of writing is not a foreign tongue to you and I hope to see more, too ...
 — AlchemiA

Wow! Thanks for reading and for the feedback!

AlchemiA, I am flattered and humbled by your critique. I have never received such elegant words in response to any of my work and it's all pointing towards an improvement in my writing. I have to agree that "the carving edge needs sharpening" - this was, after all, my first draft. I need to take more time revising, bringing forth the essence of my work.

I was excited by a Diana that came in to my life and left just as suddenly, but I never escaped the suffocating mirror connection as I poured out the words in this poem. It does seem like quite a bit to take in (there was an immensity of feeling I hoped to mold into poetry for this one).

In any case, do expect to see more of me here. Thanks again.
 — ashtray

EXCELLENT story. The last stanza is such a terrific ending. The narrative is like the ballads prefacing epic fantasy stories...well done.
 — wendz

very movingly beautiful. it made me cry. thanks
 — unknown

Thank you wendz! And thank you anonymous! These are some of the warmest responses to my writing that I've ever received.
 — ashtray

excellent and intelligent, such choice words
 — unknown

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