Thirty curvaceous maids clothed scantily
would fire the loins of the coldest of men
but these thieves seek not sensuality,
they dream of foul and vicious abandon...
and as they stand lusting with rapine* hearts
boasting of exploits they plan to enforce,
appraising the Nereides a la carte,
recasting cruelty into tour de force*,
Dynamene, she of the power of the sea,
Serene-moves to prow, gestures gracefully,
a figurehead bearing winds turned gusty,
she whispers sweet words tantalisingly.
The words she speaks take abrupt effect,
The marauders' ship start to yaw, unchecked.
*Rapine = to seize or rob
*tour de force = a masterly or brilliant feat
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Dragonish
PoesiaPART 1: Seven poems that explore love. The sated wind doodles mischievously no longer the ravening raptor loosed that scratched sharp claws to my unfettered glee. Now are you temperate, husky, obtuse. PART 2: Follows the tale of a persecuted dragon...
