N.

United States

INTP | science & art | leo

watercolor & sea salt

my goal is to become a cryptic elderly soapmaker.

very gay, very liberal, credible knowledge is power

member of the lady knights guild

Joined Sep. 2018

Message to Readers

as promised, just a funky poetry piece that has nothing to do with myself and everything to do with classy independent 1700s ladies.

still vibing way too hard to the score from poldark.

i'm not really sure what to think of this piece because writing it wasn't cathartic as a lot of my poetry is, so reading it feels different for me. please please, if you have any feedback or advice, let me know! :)

lady of the storm and sea

May 28, 2020

FREE WRITING

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 the summer rain washes the day from the towering roofs
and she is soft music, lilting petals of sound,
ivory fingers bound like piano keys and hair as stark
as the dawn’s call to arms over seas, the red red morning fair.
and she is countryside and bluebells, woman of the sand and surf,
a siren song blessed by the waters’ hand thrashing beyond the manor;
she is the caricature of the untamed, a maiden unclaimed,
she is the dark horse every gambler loathes, morning mist
unkissed, she has no inkling in her mind to marry,
to carry children and love.
but there she stands in plainest gold and crimson
pale ribbons wrapped ‘round her hair and rose’s neck;
a lady of the prose, she is the castle and you the prince,
but her heart, the dragon, belongs to none;
along her body, the briars, unseemly, impenetrable.
and you, with your hand in hers as you dance
because she dances with every storm,
dances like she loves them, like they are worth more
than peddler’s dust. their lust is clear
but she lays waste to men nonetheless;
you, too, will fall victim in this waltz,
this battle where she would have no blade;
she, armed in silken hair, soft curve of neck and
subtle lift of satin and whale bone. the sweep of
her skirts and wrists are summer-full;
lips, ripe and red, the lull of nighttime ease
on her tongue and eyes to please, to plead because
you have no chance against the song of a lady made
of cockle shells and copper. a masquerade;
she is a show in three acts, she smiles
poisoned tact, the world is her stage and she
plays you like the page of cups,
but she will never marry.

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  • inanutshell

    love this! would love to comment more so i'll do it in a review soon!


    about 1 month ago
  • ElsaRee

    Amazing!!


    about 1 month ago
  • Vinter Vejen

    This is breathtaking. I will admit I got lost halfway through, without a clue what you are describing, but that’s on me, not you. The imagery was so perfect!
    “she is a show in three acts, she smiles
    poisoned tact, the world is her stage and she
    plays you like the page of cups,
    but she will never marry.”
    That’s so pretty, N.


    about 1 month ago
  • jun lei

    fucking gorgeous


    about 1 month ago
  • CrazyNinjaKid

    holy crap this is on a new level of insane and utterly gorgeous!


    about 1 month ago
  • poetri

    Have absolutely no idea what Poldark is but if it brings about poetry this incredible it might be worth a listen. This is absolutely gorgeous, nicely done :)


    about 1 month ago
  • mia_:)

    This is stunning! I love the concept and your imagery is fabulous!


    about 1 month ago
  • N.

    thank you! <3


    about 1 month ago
  • Ursa

    so beautiful n. ;;
    "she is the caricature of the untamed, a maiden unclaimed,
    she is the dark horse every gambler loathes, morning mist
    unkissed, she has no inkling in her mind to marry,
    to carry children and love. "
    ^the structure here is so pleasing to read, and the language makes me want to cry. it's so pretty ;;


    about 1 month ago
  • Ollie Octopus

    Wow! This piece is amazing:)


    about 1 month ago