Picture Poetry Contest (...continued...)

[Dark Muse]

I thank everyone for your wonderful entries. The deadline is now past, and I will attend to the difficult task of choosing a winner ASAP!

[Dark Muse]

Wow, this was another really hard one to judge. I had a tough time deciding but it had to be done. Some great works here, loved to see the different ways you all viewed the image.

Pendragon: Loved the mystical feel you captured in your work, and I commended you for your use of the word kohl, it is something I myself enjoy bringing into many of my works. A beautifully sensual, seductive, and enchanting poem.

Revolte: A very interesting and inventive poem, I liked your use of repetition I thought it gave the poem a nice feeling to it, and there was such intensity behind the words, which reflected in the intense gaze of the mysterious woman's eyes.

krymsonkyng: I loved your poem, and this was a very close runner up. I liked the very original approach you had to the image, and you captured a great image with your words. You had some truly wonderfully lines, this in particular leaped out at me "mimic magpie's cries"

The Comedian: As usual you can be trusted to really give a unique spin to things. Your poems always leap out as being so different, and I mean that in a good way. I really liked the way in which you fit this image into a sort of pop culture setting in your poem. And once again you made me laugh out loud. A fun and unique read.

Haunted: I really enjoyed your femme fatale approach, as well as the somewhat vampric nature of your poem. Your poem portrayed my kind of girl, strong, independent, fierce and deadly. A great read.

BienvenuJDC: A great poem, the first line instantly gripped my attention, and I loved the direction you took. You had some stunning words, and produced a wonderful scene. I really liked the way in which you took the element of fantasy and gave it a realistic spin. Your poem played between the mystic and the real and captured the idea of mystery in the openness leaving the reader to wonder.

But the winner is..........

hillwalker: Your poem really blew me away. I absolutely loved the duel perspectives of the poem. And you had some absolutely marvelous imagery. I loved "Appalachia snow" and it was a wonderful lead in to the sudden coldness the 2nd verse of your poem takes which was truly chilling. There is a beautiful contrast to the softness in the 1st verse and hardness in the 2nd. Job well done!

[BienvenuJDC]

I'm just pleased that I got the longest review. Thank you, Dark Muse!!

[Dark Muse]

hahaha you are welcome!

[BienvenuJDC]

I just went back and read hillwalker's poem (since I do not read any other entries before I write my own... so that I won't let them effect my own work).

Truly a masterpiece. Congratulations, hillwalker!!

[Pendragon]

Congratulations, hillwalker! Great poem! And thanks for the kind complements, Muse!

[The Comedian]

Congratulations hillwalker! It is a beautiful poem. (Can I just say that I love the community feel of these poetry contests? I do. Great reviews too DM).

[hillwalker]

DarkMuse - thanks for your gracious comments. I feel privileged to be judged an equal in such company. Each of the poems were wonderful in their own way, showing a clarity and craft that I feel far surpassed my own efforts.

And thank you also for giving us such a superb picture to respond to - I felt a girl possessing such exquisite beauty had to have some evil alter ego not too far beneath the surface.

I shall try to find something equally inspiring - although I fear my bizarre sense of humour might win the day this once......
I shall return.

H

[dizzydoll]

LIGHT AS A FEATHER

They say I have my grandma's eyes,
the irridescent blue of prairie skies;
both eyebrows curved like falcon wing
just hovering,
and lashes dark as darkest night
and skin as white as Appalachia snow.

They say I have my father's will,
his cruel instinctive urge to kill,
his cold resolve to pay no heed
to do the deed.
My soul like his, bereft of light,
I'm right behind you..... thought I'd let you know.

Thats quite a remarkable poem, describes the pix perfectly. Congratulations Hillwalker.
I had to look up the word "bereft" as Id never seen it before... thats why I am here you see, to learn from people like you and all the rest.

I shall try to find something equally inspiring - although I fear my bizarre sense of humour might win the day this once......
I shall return.

H

Yes, bizarre humour sounds just puuurfict. lol

[hillwalker]

Thanks dizz - your comments as always very welcome.
I'm just wary of what else you might be learning from these pages - all those cheeky little smileys, you little tinker.

[hillwalker]

Hi everyone again – and sorry, but I did warn you.

I have chosen a picture that I think could probably motivate me to write a poem of some sorts - even though it’s as much humorous as inspirational.

So have fun :



Closing date for entries Sunday night 6th of June I assume.

Best of luck everybody

[Haunted]

Congrats, hillwalker!

Dark Muse, thanks for your kind and insightful review...it takes one to know one

[DanielBenoit]

Great poem hillwaker, really!

Here's mine, which is a bit suggestive and is not for kiddies. It doesn't describe the picture insomuch as it describes the wonderful sexual irony I find behind it.


God Has a Dick Too

Aphrodite, hand me the bottle and let your soul sing
To me of your breast, which had tempted Ares from battle
To your bed in a stormy coalesce of souls into flesh.

Tell me, Muse, if God when He on that outstanding day
Had not aroused Eve from that fountain bursting forth from his loins?

Did Hera not pull Heracles from her breast, expelling
The milk from his mouth unto the night sky? Which now
Inhibits empty sons who look up to its milky blackness
In despair?

Zeus, that inscenutous old bugger he was,
Who ****ed so well that clouds would burst open upon the earth.

And now I inhale the sweet petrichorous aroma of damp grass and earth
From my nostrils and into my lungs, knowing somewhere that Hera has lit a cigarette.

[Dark Muse]

The Old Meets The New

Young starlets
modern day Venus's
decked in today's glammer and gold
fame seekers
worshiping in the temple of the new
kneeling before the altar
of material want and material gain
thriving for more
but their offerings are fickle
only skin deep
nimble bodies
offered temptations
but oh so short lived
before snuffed
like a candle flame
and just as long remembered
leaving no lasting impression,
and when it all begins to fade
in desperation
they try and reconstruct themselves
to become a parody
of their former selves,
these sad shades
of Aphrodite
this is what has been built up
upon the ruins
of the roots of so called
civilization,
while the gods of yesteryear
can only peer down
from their Olympian towers,
and shake their heads,
with hope they have
acquired a sense
of humor.

[Pendragon]

The old Gods gaze upon the new,
Aphrodite is worshiped in different form
Not as a statue but living flesh

One wonders what the carvers of the stone
Would think of the flesh Goddesses now revealed
Would it give them pause

Pendragon