[Eadha Deora]

i.

I sit on my mountain-top,
crimson and campion-clothed,
crowned with a circle of sweet peas,
heart like a beacon to the four winds
rushing down from my height like
feathered horses unridden, unbidden
through the heather-strewn valleys of love,
sweet love amidst the flowers and the purple hues of twilight.

But every mountain first must be climbed,
through spears of nettle strong in your path,
a way disappearing through slag and stones,
heart like a shield, round to the world
trying determination, direction, desire,
demanding her way or else no
sweet love amidst the flowers and the purple hues of twilight.


ii.

A secret that is not a secret:
I do not want just any man.

But one who is not stingy,
handsome in his hands,

a man who is not fearful,
courage to continue on,

a man who is not jealous,
eyes full of my womanliness.

Maeve asked these three things
of any man who would want her.

Is it wrong for me to demand
any less than a queen?

For sweet love amidst the flowers
in the purple hues of twilight
is not the only gift I grant
to the man who can fulfill

the Three Demands.

[Vorcla]

Hmmmm...just read "Maeve of the Many Battles." Think I'll just STAY in the cold shower to comment on this one, Jenn.

You were indeed in a "Maeve-ish mood," as you said, and that made for some incredible poetry. I love this one too - very nice.

This stanza was great -

For sweet love amidst the flowers
in the purple hues of twilight
is not the only gift I grant
to the man who can fulfill

Such a pretty image - and a tempting offer.

Super job on this one too, hun.

[Eadha Deora]

Such a pretty image - and a tempting offer.

haha ahh... but what about my three demands? Maeve is a real ....breaker when not respected! Just ask my boyfriend!!!!!!

[Vorcla]

Lucky guy...it would be worth the risk!

[Eadha Deora]

haha i wonder if he would agree