Post by Eurydice on Jun 30, 2007 14:02:13 GMT -5
((Felt like writing something for Liz ^^ In no way, shape, or form inspired by the song from Pacific Overtures of the same name.
Meter borrowed from the refrain of Yeats "The Stolen Child."
Incidentally, I feel like a lot of this poem needs tweaking (as do most of my poems), but I really, really like the first stanza, even though I am not entirely sure how large a reticule is. Actually, I just really liked the fact that I got to use the word "reticule" in a written piece.))
Pretty lady, hat and glove,
Walking down the London street,
Gaze benign and manner meet,
With a pretty, polished pistol resting in her reticule.
Thoughts distracted, thinking of
Plots and puzzles incomplete,
Solving some undreamed-of feat
And dispatching adversaries in a melee, fray, or duel.
Rebuilt clock that tow'rs above
Tolls the hour in clangor neat.
Pretty lady smiles a beat,
Well-rememb'ring that which prompted previous clock tower's renewal.
Lady-like, sidesteps a shove,
Deftly spares her pretty feet,
Walks inside and takes a seat
To set down her hat and glove, again take up machine and tool.
As a maid comes to her love
To be made at last complete,
Pretty lady goes to greet
All her work, investigation, thought, and knowledge's accrual.
Meter borrowed from the refrain of Yeats "The Stolen Child."
Incidentally, I feel like a lot of this poem needs tweaking (as do most of my poems), but I really, really like the first stanza, even though I am not entirely sure how large a reticule is. Actually, I just really liked the fact that I got to use the word "reticule" in a written piece.))
Pretty lady, hat and glove,
Walking down the London street,
Gaze benign and manner meet,
With a pretty, polished pistol resting in her reticule.
Thoughts distracted, thinking of
Plots and puzzles incomplete,
Solving some undreamed-of feat
And dispatching adversaries in a melee, fray, or duel.
Rebuilt clock that tow'rs above
Tolls the hour in clangor neat.
Pretty lady smiles a beat,
Well-rememb'ring that which prompted previous clock tower's renewal.
Lady-like, sidesteps a shove,
Deftly spares her pretty feet,
Walks inside and takes a seat
To set down her hat and glove, again take up machine and tool.
As a maid comes to her love
To be made at last complete,
Pretty lady goes to greet
All her work, investigation, thought, and knowledge's accrual.
