Bohemian bride

Turkish delight, rose scented with pistachios in a little wooden box

Velvet journals in midnight blue, brass pen that rolls on

my husband the lustful and fecund pan

An ideal for the Creatrix that I am

mermaid lore at the bank of the wild sea

fairy tale dresses in embroidered corsetry and cap sleeves

i heard people can grow sick without beauty 

but not us who are in ever adornment, they say to forget your troubles - adorn 

covered in leaves and flowers like those omo valley fauns

celebrate and sing yourself and live only for me

Black hair to my waist and our own private brilliancy 

Boheme bride that I will always be.

[Spontaneous verse needs much editing]



◄ Venezia

The Celtic sea / ►


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Sun 19th Mar 2023 01:11

Thank you for the comments gentlemen.

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keith jeffries

Mon 13th Mar 2023 14:24

A poem unlike any other I have read for a long time. It is quite overwhelming with imagery and speaks from the soul. I enjoyed this and thank you.

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Graham Sherwood

Mon 13th Mar 2023 10:37

It might be a little confusing but the rich words spill off the page! Well done Mirabel!

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