I am but woman
frightened prey
lost to the lust
I see before me
my armor but clay
Those lips burn through
strength of will.
Those eyes fair but
further still
my flight.
See the flaming breath
Pound my flail chest
Hear the volcano?
From where do I know?
I must go.
But first I must ask
is it fair?
I am no match
I am but woman
my sex relaxed.
Cold, warmed from
without, controlled,
more oft than not
giving when taken
subdued, shaken
Look, the breast heaves
sound alarm, retreat
run the steed
curse the wretched heat
that lights the night
Oh! No! Can it be?
Damned luminescence!
A looking glass!
and in my grasp
helpless, pale Knight,
heart throbbing
and my startled gasp!
Augustus / Redlands, California / August 1987
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Augustus (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Your guess is as good as mine as to what I was thinking in 1987. Perhaps women were just realizing their true strength within.
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So glad to hear from you! Love your poem! "I see before me my armor but clay" Love that line. Very descriptive throughout. Perfect picture to match!
Thanks Christina
The days of chivalry always seem so glamorous for women, when in truth, they were still being treated as property. Slowly they gained independence and now seem to rule the world. Great write about a time so honored in history. You have given it the temperament it deserves. The lady-like behavior of women in this time was only for the wealthy and powerful. The poor were merely slaves, dependent on Lords for protection. - Phil A.
Thanks for your great commentary.
Very good write.
Thanks a bunch.
I get the sense this woman knows her strength, but questions whether she should use it. Maybe she is more afraid of that. Great writing Augustus!
Thanks. Miss you guys.
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