"Come..." enticed the meager, with a sarky little smile.
'Trust me not' she said inside, with accurate beguile.
Spider's web in corners, heart laden with a stomp
A face that would have fitted better, rising from a swamp
Cackling without the need to part her cracking lips
Fighting heart-to-mother's-soul, this pretty girl eclipse
Visualising bloodshed, never lest forget
Preparations now in lieu against this bannerette!
Her pride, her joy , her soldier, fairer than the day itself
Begot and could preserve him, stored upon forever's shelf
A battle for supremacy, a message not on cloth
While her cornered lips contentiously build up a daring froth
Outside the battle rages on, in fiery resolution
While a battle's reign begins inside, culled rapid dissolution
She shall not rest until his shield, swings her hair as its tassel
No nymph will ever lure her prince, his duty from this castle
Begone young love, no happy ending leads to battles blown
Swords that lance, more bubbles burst than bloodshed for the throne
Delivering full frontal moves, a man for lesser hung
For what good would a shiltron be, when mother has a tongue?
15 comments:
Delightful read!
wow- what a ride!
Wow, super last line!
You weave a fine tale!
Now there's a tale to makeus think...
The 'feel' of your Magpie is unique .. well written.
love the tone, the language, the wit (rising from a swamp)...well done, really, really enjoyed this!
Thank you peeps. This mother and son thing, eh?
I love the rhythm and rhyme... especially like "pretty girl eclipse"...
~laurie
An amazing write Lena....love your blog! :-)
Great piece... delightful.
dang...this is an epic tale, so well told...nice pick up on the hair hanging from the shield as well...
Wonderful choice of words..even though I don't know what "shilton " is, I'm sure you're right!!
and, "her hair as its tassel", couldn't be better!!
An original and well thought-out take on an old theme.
Great tale and I loved the title - 'Battle of the Exes' too.
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