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Helen
by Vikki OwensI want to be the face
of an armada,
ten-thousand ships at my finger-tips,
across the sea of my glassy
belladonna stare.
I want to be the reason for attack,
my lips to kiss bon voyage
to a navy, sails unfurled at my beck and call.
All for my hand in marriage. 10/21/2005 Posted on 10/21/2005
Copyright © 2024 Vikki Owens
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/21/05 at 02:37 PM ...vicki, very nicely done tribute to ol' helen, we men are still led by the dream of being her mister...peace, chaz |
| Posted by Amanda L Marron on 02/04/09 at 08:27 AM I don't think any woman this day in age could fathom a whole war fought over her. |
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