Tuesday, March 22, 2011



Beloved, how oft dost thou slay me
Upon a bed of wanton splendour?
How oft art thou kisses fierce, yet tender?
I shrink not from thine advance, but 
Hold stance in surrender

Take up thy sword for again we will duel
In retreat, I am felled o'er silken sheets
Locked in combat,  we trade blow for blow
Mine eyes disarm, thine arms disrobe
And whispered words caress a lobe

Shield me with the scent of thy skin
Leave me contorted and quivering
 Under thy tumoultuous touch
Thy beating heart muting the sound
Of our battle cries. As we rise...

 Come thou, release unto me
 The raging fuel of thy fire
 Extinguish my eternal flame, 'til I lay
Parched and drenched, spent,
At the sweet exchange

Full moonlight surveys a carnage
Of twisted limbs ensnared in an embrace
We arise, only to crown each other
 Victorious. This was war
And love conquered

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Reflections said...

Very sensuous piece... powerful, tender, love and war conquered indeed.

Brian Miller said...

woohoo...sensual piece...one battle i do not mind is that of love...

Tess Kincaid said...

Ah, the old English fits this piece so nicely. Beautiful, Elaine.

Helen said...

Each stanza of your Magpie increased in intensity ... until it overwhelmed (in a wonderful way.)

happygirl said...

I'm spent. Wow, I wish I could remember how this felt in real life. Thank you.

btw, I can't imagine EVER writing about Mr. "WINNING". nope.

LKHarris-Kolp said...

Sensual and very climactic... the language adds to the effect.


Mary said...

Very erotic, I think I need a cig (and I don't smoke, lol). I like the use of the Old English.

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Wow! Excellent!

Anna :o]

Elaine said...

The ancient artifacts sent the magpie in this direction, and since I spent the first 25 years of my life in England, the Olde English seemed very natural. Plus, men and women have been duelling since days of yore!

Anonymous said...

Wow. This is hot and I don't mean just the mention of fire! Wonderfully written in the Olde English and in some ways it is even more seductive, sensuous, enticing and touching as you have written it!

Contorted and quivering, parched and drenched, you pulled out all the stops and left me...well, you know.

Great too is the realization that above all else, love conquered.

"We arise, only to crown each other
Victorious. This was war
And love conquered."

wurdz said...

wow!mr peabody are we in the wayback machine!?i felt like i was in the court of king henry!excellent form and emotion.thou dost make my loins throb with anticipation of thy next sonnet.great work!

Shashi said...

Dear Elaine
I enjoyed the old world charm of your poetry... covering with the scent of thy skin was a beautiful use.. and there were many more such beautiful jewel in your verse... I liked it so much... thanks for sharing...

ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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Glenn Buttkus said...

I like this one best, Elaine,
a tiny bit more than David
with his sling. How lovely to
think that "Make love not War"
can work, does work, but
that often love is a duel,
a contest of ardor, give and
take, metamorphosis, and
yes, the language works,
bending history and eros
into one busy canvas.

Isabel Doyle said...

excellent Magpie

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