Ultraviolent Poem by Nancy Ames

Ultraviolent

Rating: 3.0


Medieval maidens military,
as morning masks the stars,
stand like sad soldiers, stationary,
or the minions of Mars.

Distant damsels do not dare
display a splash of splendour,
sisters of the solemn stare,
too tearful, tense and tender.

Whispers widen windows who
demurely are disguising
glad golden glances almost too
seductive and surprising.

Like laughing lilacs, they long to
fly far above the flowers,
belatedly belonging to
some of the super-powers.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fred Babbin 08 December 2007

Cute. But this kind of stuff is hard to do in a meaningful way. So I get lost in your alliteration, and I wouldn't try to copy it. It's too hard, and I do this for relaxation.

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Nancy Ames

Nancy Ames

Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
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