[Eadha Deora]

No flowers on my hill-top,
No simpering ways to woo
save the heat between my thighs,
friendship of a sorts for the man
who knows his way.

A long travel he shall have
in search of his bull horned self,
over many lands, after many battles,

Seduced, smarting by my pride,
beware, O man, of my spear, my sting,
that drives the swine to distraction!

Attraction is not part of the offer.
When I test your sword's strength
in the furnace of my fury,
on one hand you can have riches,
or all the wisdom in the world,
but if you choose to court me--

Contest, if you think you can!
Sovereignty will cost you
every shred of your soul.


Author's Note:
Maeve ... one of my heroines ... tough warrior-queen-goddess Medb - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

[Vorcla]

Jeez - I need a cold shower!

Nice, Jenn - and extremely hot. Doesn't hurt that I have a thing for warrior - queen - goddesses! I love your *ahem!* metaphors , and your language, as always, is smooth and well-crafted. Has an epic feel to it, as befitting the subject matter. Nicely done, hun.

[Nupur]

Ah, nice! I love your metaphors too. The theme is great. I love how you brought in Maeve and Irish mythology (always had a thing for Irish mytho, but never quite got the time to follow it) into a poem that could have fit any female warrior situation. Your poetry is, as usual, technically good with a strong beginning, great theme and metaphors and an awesome ending.

Contest, if you think you can!
Sovereignty will cost you
every shred of your soul.

These are my favourite lines here. Great work, would love to read more.