Charmaine Chircop Poet Free verse

The Maltese Maiden

There was once a maiden who lived by the sea

with lustrous   lips that dried too soon

like early dew perched on a tree .

She once was beautiful with  skin so fair

A veil of lilacs  covered her hair.

Her eyes the brightest of moonglow beams

Her voice, a drifting wave  on a late night breeze.

Her dimpled smile lit each dark alley

Her carefree spirit reached every valley.

This little maiden had  never married

though noble blood her womb has carried.

Undressed from innocence, her tender flesh

has felt the warmth of drunken  breath.

His fingertips exposed her neck

and then trailed down along her back.

She couldn't move, She couldn't scream

At last, She ran not to be seen.

She ran so fast to be set free

She raised her son, lone by the sea.

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Red Fiery March 20, 2016 at 9:11 PM This is such a rare gem in the pearl but equally sad...!!!!!! I have read other poems too and I can say that you are one of the most talented poetess on Soup....7/7...hugs Red

Thomas Martin January 24, 2016 at 3:53 PM Uh oh--sorry to have l, but lve your poem just as mucheft an earlier comment

Thomas Martin January 24, 2016 at 3:51 PM Well. I for one would love you without drunken breath!! Memorable write.

Thomas Martin October 26, 2015 at 12:32 PM yes, agree-mini-epic comes to mind. Excellent write; much enjoyment!

Eileen Manassian September 20, 2015 at 3:59 PM Wow...that is quite the write, dear. You have such a way with words as to draw us in from the title...down to the last line. It's a sad write....but I am with you, Charmaine. The child is not at fault and needs to live. Hugs, dear.

Kevin Leake September 17, 2015 at 11:11 AM A powerful piece written so delicately Charma, Very wisely put to warn others in the same situation!!! Best Wishes Kevin

Demetrios Trifiatis September 16, 2015 at 4:46 AM When the beast overtakes the human horrendous crimes come to life and haunt the soul. Although the poem a fiction, the crime is real. My heart aces for those women who fell victims to the filthy appetites of these brutes. A majestic poem that captivates with its beauty and sensibility of expression, dear Charm!

Paul Callus September 15, 2015 at 5:29 PM Of course, being Maltese it was the title that pulled me in to read this delightful yet sad poem. Rape and similar abuse are loathsome; you treated the subject with emotion and dignity, Charm. Top marks to you. // paul

Liam Mcdaid September 15, 2015 at 3:28 PM powerful pen illuminates golden piece charmaine

Nette Onclaud September 15, 2015 at 2:55 PM ohh, lovely tale with mellow images, charms.. thanks also for your shares on my blog... huggs

Jan Allison September 15, 2015 at 12:56 PM such vivid imagery Charma beautifully written but sad:-( hugs Jan xx

Robert Lindley September 14, 2015 at 10:13 PM Sad but well written poem my friend. Beauty tempts the beast and the savage beast so often takes want it wants. Tragically that still happens today. Great poem.. A7

Justin Bordner September 14, 2015 at 6:42 PM Every maiden has a tempt to know, although you be sumptuous with attractive glow, a woman worthy for kiss of noble love. I love seeing you like this, irresistible, delicate yet strong in purpose. "Her tender flesh has felt the warmth of his drunken breath, his fingertips exposed her neck..." so savory be the touch Charma. Sometimes extreme beauty be curse...J.A.B.

Heather Ober September 14, 2015 at 6:00 PM This is so sad, but very beautifully written. Your imagery is so vivid and so heart wrenching. The reader can't help but empathize with the maiden and admire her strength. You have a way with words!

Tim Smith September 14, 2015 at 5:50 PM It is so sad that a man would force himself on a woman. I can only imagine her horror. I am glad she was able to flee....big hugs Charma

Richard Lamoureux September 14, 2015 at 5:49 PM Glad to hear it is fiction, it definately captures the senses!

Gabriel Sundman September 14, 2015 at 5:44 PM An excellent poem that is dark and a little disturbing. I hope it is fiction dear. Charmaine Chircop September 14, 2015 at 5:47 PM Yes it is fiction, thanks for reading : )