Liberation

By Deliberately Evolving

Wed, 09 Sep 2015
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Liberation
 
Things looked bleak.
 
When beauty is but a burden 
rather than a blessing 
and winter looms an icy fate
as punishment for vanity,
that isn't even your own,
you know that things are bad.
 
The princess sighed 
and twisted and turned 
in vain attempts to free 
herself from imminent adversity,
awaiting her destiny of tragedy.
Naked she stood, wrists red raw 
from rough ropes that bound 
her white hands above her head.
Just when all seemed lost 
to the impending doom,
From nowhere -
a gentle breath...
A whirling wind,
carrying a warm sweet scent 
of spring swept past, 
caressing her skin with promises 
of hope and love.
There soaring amongst the clouds
Riding a majestic winged steed - 
a warrior, clad in gleaming armour 
Fair hair tousled from the breeze, 
muscular arms, tanned, hairs gleaming
as if sprayed with gold.
A Demi God, a vision before her eyes,
refreshing her soul and renewing
her hope and zest and zeal.
He wrapped her nakedness
with his crimson cloak
and in his arms 
she rode, sun setting on the winter 
away from the misery that faced her. 
On to a life filled with love
to elate her and elevate her
to the skies and beyond -
an immortal Galaxy.
Defied her apparent destiny.
No longer a victim, a survivor.
The vision of love in the stars.
Andromeda.
Certificate U
Poem
Fantasy

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

A beautiful poem that fits so well with the picture.

Really enjoyed reading.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

Thanks Jenny. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. I like stories

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Well this made me look up the story, myth of Andeomeda, and then come back and read again. You have caught it attractively in your composition.

How myths seem to catch the universal desire for love, justice, rescue, valour, attractiveness of personality and looks. Even as do modern 'superman' adventures! Always feel they give the longings, but only the reality of the gospel really gives a down-to-earth full solution to sure rescue from distress! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

Thanks Rhiannon. I think These types of stories are a bit anti feminism. You shouldn't wait for rescue but do something yourself to change your circumstances though obviously we can only do what is within our power. We cannot save ourselves from death. Perhaps the story is not so much a story of a damsel in distress being rescued by a man but rather a metaphor of a saviour of death - riding in on a white horse, parallel with Jesus riding in on white horse. 

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.