Monday, February 21, 2011

Sweet Rose Briar






She entranced the forest in search of bone
in search of wood and bone and briar
she entered the forest in search of wood
coming instead upon its fire

"What name?" she asked of the flame
as it grew ever and ever  higher
"What name, my name, child?....Well, I
 be called...I be called..  DESIRE"

She shadowed the forest in search of wood
in search of wood and bone and briar
she stalked the forest in search of bone
coming instead upon its mire

"Where are the bones? she asked, The
bones  I seek and too so long aspire"
Replied the bog.."I have eaten the bones, lovely
each one, bones feed well my swampy FIRE"

She rambled the forest in search of bone
in search of wood and bone and briar
she roamed the forest in search of home
sinking instead to its DESIRE

Calling she  " Oh Forest, Where can I rest;
rest my wearied and long DESIRE?"  ...."Here,
here... echoed the forest, be  it your bed
within the heart of my.. Sweet Rose Briar"


bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011



Posted for Magpie Tales.....

28 comments:

  1. Y O U A R E G O O D !!!!!

    And now I desire
    Some wood, bone, briar
    And maybe a little fire

    PEACE!

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  2. Really intriguing piece, beautifully written.

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  3. This was beautiful and mysterious.

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  4. Fine, so fine. How I've known that Forest since I was a child ... its shadow always on my home, its enchantment devouring, death to enter, impossible to resist. Eros is a prickly frame, a rose with thorns, a briar patch of gorgeous wounds and the stench of lust, its thickets everywhere we seek a home. Gorgeous and frightening poem. - Brendan

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  5. a rather enchanting write...perhaps she got what she needed instead of what she wanted...

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  6. It unfolded like a fantasy film, bkm. Beautiful!

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  7. Oh that sings off my tongue and I read it aloud and am in awe..

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  8. That was so lyrical! I hear troubadours singing that fantasy song as I'm transported to a time long ago.

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  9. So many of your followers mentioned the lyrical aspect of this Magpie ~~ it's true, with a simple single instrument accompaniment I can hear it.

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  10. Coming instead of fire, that is a powerful statement

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  11. this is a beautiful story...
    the rhythm is wonderful

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  12. A magical mystery tale, not tour...

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  13. Yes, I really loved it, the lyrical and the journey.

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  14. Beautiful and rhythmic, I loved it. :-)

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  15. Enchanting and mysterious. Enjoyable to read.

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  16. Beautiful,lyrical and mysterious....
    So much visuals..enjoyed

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  17. The repetition is endearing. Enchanting tale.

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  18. A very rare thing, a true poetic voice.

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  19. The trio of wood, bone and briar combine to make such magic.

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  20. what a sweet sweet adventure! beautiful poetry!

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  21. Stunning piece... simply beautiful!

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  22. You have a wondrous way with words, bkm...
    As I was reading this poem, I felt like I was assuming the character of the "she" in the poem... what an adventure it was!!
    I salute your ability to PULL your readers right INTO your poems, my dear.. really.. a beautifully captivating magpie!

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  23. Love the rhythmic quality of this one.

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