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Mien of the Minstrel's Song
Contributed by
Gravehorn
on
Tuesday, 10th April 2007 @ 09:56:54 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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When mid-winter nights yield ill fated frights
And ghosts of the countess appear.
Rich masquerades hide beyond lush furnished tides,
While tarots proved only their fear.
Lights born of the fires for funeral pyres,
While bodies danced calmly the carrion ball.
Necrologies read at the entreaties of dead
Minstrels who answered the clarion call.
Austere gaze from the wall scorched blaze
Calmly crowded the quiescent room.
Though full to the seat, the ballroom’s entrete (1)
Was welcoming ghosts of the loom
An undead charade of serfs underplayed,
For servants had all gone on home.
Only guests remained, their skins half feigned
From spells read out of the tome.
An enchant sang aloud to unravel the shroud
And to animate life further more.
Though rotting had slowed the gashes still showed,
As well as the ageing they bore.
A rampant salute for the minstrels repute
And soon the arduous music was played.
The cold stiff cadaver, ‘though dipped in the laver,
Soon thawed and the corpse had then swayed
Dancing in tune, under light of the moon
Shining red through the blood stained glass.
A waltz then a rave, and then onto the grave,
Where under the stone and the brass
They lay fast asleep while they quietly weep
Sad songs of their forlorn plight.
They stay lost and decayed until future’s abrade
Has called them hither in night.
1. Entrete: the entrance hall; the foyer.
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Gravehorn
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Re: Mien of the Minstrel's Song
(User Rating: 1 ) by desireemiote on
Tuesday, 10th April 2007 @ 11:15:37 AM AEST (User
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I'm not sure I fully understood this poem but what I got from it was wonderful. I'm glad someone is not afraid to use their vocabulary in their poems. I need to go back to expanding mine and read this again after I feel up to par with my former poetic vocabulary.. at the very least. I bow to your vast vocabulary and your assumed superior intelligence. You should write more.. I'll read whatever you write as long as you message me letting me know you have something new. Looking forward to more.
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Re: Mien of the Minstrel's Song
(User Rating: 1 ) by kye on
Wednesday, 11th April 2007 @ 08:22:57 AM AEST (User
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I am not sure why you are not getting comments on your poetry. I am simply astounded by your ability to play with words. I LOVE your use of vocabulary and even the pace of your poem was excellent.
You have skills! It was dark but addictive to read (I know i've read it about six times now).
I would also like to see more poetry from you.
Kye |
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Re: Mien of the Minstrel's Song
(User Rating: 1 ) by Eternal_Dreamer on
Thursday, 12th April 2007 @ 12:01:31 PM AEST (User
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Gravehorn~
Wow, I can't understand why you didn't receive any comments on this outstanding dark masterpiece of yours. This had me drawn in from start to finish. You have a way with words and I must say I have re-read this over and over again. You're a talented writer. Keep up the magnificent work~
*warm hugs*
sue m |
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Re: Mien of the Minstrel's Song
(User Rating: 1 ) by Dom on
Monday, 11th June 2007 @ 01:51:43 AM AEST (User
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As others before me have commented, your use of language is outstanding, there are so many lovely words in here, unusual or otherwise, enhancing the pleasure of this read.
The rhythm works well with the subject matter, giving the olden-day setting gravity and atmosphere.
I enjoyed reading this and can't understand why it received no comments before.
Take care,
Dom |
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