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Rescue the Maiden's Dream

Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.


" . . .child, climb quietly upwards the sunshine there and whisper

the maiden's dark night's name."


I've a few quid for quail and worn blue balloons for stories

A rotten Oak door and the shadow of a shadow'd whore.

My life is but a benevolence of a master's quilt

A night of sleep, a horizon's longing, a meal without guilt.

Shine high, old moon, and keep your sight from me

Hide my aging hide, Ol' Sol, you are a creeping foe

You cannot speak, sign, or look at a prisoner's flee.

Drink freely, young fools of ancient farmland's sow.

A lauding, clapping, dance and willows roll

She hints at criminal love, a crust, a gentle hand.

Bowing her lovely head no misery to dole.

Lie gently, sweet darling, not a god, but just a man.

Ordered chanting from dark hillsides dark

Musical lies, a prince will die, the wine turned to shame

Her beauty is in his hand, a cloak of taboo stark.

Flesh on his bone, kissing her lips by name.

Elder king and queens live thrice . . .

While mermaids dwell and dine . . .

No silken sails on her barge his price . . .

Oh, beloved, beloved, a final wave, be mine.

Sudden bolt crashing from thunder's lair

Shivering curls of her tiny back . . .

His First Mate, once valiant, ne'er fair.

Mountains rock the ground in silver's sack.

Princess, queens, and myths hang a name in pages

Kings, prince's, and dogs of filthy feet . . .

Children with no faces pass battle's rages.

His hands, her lips, hearts in horizon's meet.


© 2018 Kenneth Avery


Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on May 22, 2018:

Hi, Sean -- thank you for stopping by and leaving me a wonderful comment. May I pose both of you, Gypsy Rose Lee and you a serious question: what is going to become of me when topics and text such as "this" one is finished? I mean, think of a bucket of water and in that bucket is sweet, cold water and in the period of a certain length of time, people walk by and drink water sometimes each day, but never bothering to refill the bucket.

Then one day a poor traveler (on foot) sees the water bucket and with his thirst, he runs to the bucket only to find an empty bucket and a couple of spiders taking up residence at the bottom of the bucket.

Now do you see?

Discussions are welcome . . .

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on May 22, 2018:

Gypsy Rose Lee -- Thank you so much for your very kind words. And you nailed the meaning to the letter. Nice going.

You stay safe and in touch.

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on May 21, 2018:

Loved this. A wonderful poetic fantasy as the knight slays the dragon.

Ioannis Arvanitis from Greece, Almyros on May 19, 2018:

Amazing epic poetry, my brother Kenneth!

While I was reading, in the back of my mind was playing Manowar's music...



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