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open season on interpretations: "ancient" - Nobody wears a white coat any more...
...a tribute to becoming a doctor.
ayradyss
ayradyss
open season on interpretations: "ancient"
I came/became a lady - 
     - met her gaze perchance - 
      held slow and sudden. She
  looked away
                    I know not why.

I took my leisure,
          studied curves 
      and angled eyes, slant
   and sloe.

witch - Jezebel - 
    virgin/whore.
      Goddess.  Her
              full-moon belly whole
   and significant.
           Not mine to claim.
           
and in her eyes
        Once briefly, I
   thought I saw
      a sullen moon,
              hung low,
 and garlanded with stars.
            NsB 08 May 06

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now feeling:: introspective

3 whispers echo . o O ( ... ) O o . whisper a word
Comments
feathered From: feathered Date: May 9th, 2006 12:55 am (UTC) (etched in stone)
Nice to see poetry from you again; I wonder sometimes if you still write it. I have always liked your work.
ayradyss From: ayradyss Date: May 9th, 2006 12:57 am (UTC) (etched in stone)
It's been a long time since I've written any. It felt good to know I still have some in me.
daimones From: daimones Date: May 9th, 2006 11:56 am (UTC) (etched in stone)
Yar, Jezebel.
3 whispers echo . o O ( ... ) O o . whisper a word