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Tristan and Iseult (revision)
by Stephanie KentDaring red hair cascades
over chalk-white linen,
blatantly interrupting
the stark surface.
Lips more crimson
than the wildfire crown
greet the sun-kissed face
that waits for them.
Two sets of green eyes
carefully keep their
monsters at bay,
to forget all the world;
save their own.
11/15/2005 Posted on 11/15/2005
Copyright © 2024 Stephanie Kent
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Vimal Rony on 11/23/05 at 10:23 PM A really good take on the legendary lovers. It is a difficult thing to do and u have done a good job. And as always ur imagery is wonderful. |
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