THE BRIDIE PRICE OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY
Quietly her love fathomed
The glittering incisor,
A puissant one unravished,
An aesthete affirmed.
Wide in comb of friend
A pilot stood aghast
In rapt marvel of a portrait.
With no joy of dislike he lust:
“I cheer a bride that loves my name;
Such that beckons cheerio in flight,
Behold her chuckling cheek
That calls a carcass alive.
Sir, mind me her love
And I shall yield gold for your care
This portrait moved me
I ogle her a wife”
In shambled voice of remorse
Thundered the hoary pa:
“This trophy of demise,
Here I pore over a piece of virtue and mourn.”
An artless astronaut sigh!
“I cherish her to the core!
And pay for such comeliness
And bids no wife alive.
An artist shall depict a jewel
And hang on my neck
In spirited honour and mourn;
I have her a myth than alive.”
Categories:
unravished, adventure, art, aubade, beauty,
Form: Elegy
Consigned I am to live without your love
To grave to go without its sweetest taste
On earth to stay and never fly above
I hope my end will come with wanton haste
What use have I for life without your smile
For body that’s unravished by your hands
What use is there to live but for a while
When I count unkissed days as grains of sand
What can I hope for in my lonely bed?
When cold am I, unwrapped in heaven’s arm
Your love was once a feast on which I fed
Your promises were charms that kept from harm
But tell me, love, are you consigned to be
without the comfort of my soothing breast?
When you are weary, tell me, will you see
a woman who can grant your each request?
Consigned are you to life without my eyes
that bore for you affection in their gaze?
Consigned are you to live with other’s lies
or here to thrive and live with lover’s praise?
Consigned am I to live without you here
I smile for in my heart I know it's true
When making love, you’ll "see" me standing there
And wish that it were me in bed with you
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
unravished, for him,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
HIDDEN BEAUTY
Mystery in the wood dark
With clear sky peeping through
What does the next path hide?
What will the leaves reveal?
Song from a meadowlark?
Deep lake velvet blue?
But the breeze has sighed
And tries to all conceal -
I must try to closer hark
Before I sadly say adieu
To my unravished sylvan bride
And a farewell glance I steal.
Categories:
unravished, allegory
Form: Verse
You come to me hesitantly
Like a hot wind
Unclothing the sea
From the negligee of the sun
Raising one leg
Bare
So there are no curtains
Clouding my brain
Over my prostrate body
You climb
Lingering in groves
Of spice
Where the birds
Hard beak
Plunge
Into the soft core
Of mangoes,
And naseberries sweet odor
Drift through the trees
Seducing you with unravished desires
Suddenly there is a quiver
Of condensation
Waking the musty odor of dust
I am wet with rain
Too little to moist
The thirsty thighs of my forest
And so fresh
Without the salty preservatives
Of emerald oceans
My leaves
Turn gold again in spring
Insufficient moisture
In the hollow flock of clouds.
Categories:
unravished, nature
Form: Free verse