Stone Lady (change to structure of stanzas), Crit *** Options

[Eisa]

Stone Lady (revision 4)

Moon spills into his studio,
replete with scattered chisels
and unhewn rock.

His murmurs blend with magnolia
rustling in summer's breath.

Will he sculpt your tousled waves,
caress cool lips into a smile,
drape the curve of your breasts?

Elegantly fashioned, you pose
where bumbles and admirals
flit beneath the willow arch
entwined with honeysuckle scent.

Are you yesterday's love
ablaze like floribunda beds,
dampened with autumn's
melancholic tears?

Or perhaps a midnight phantom
lured into Morpheus's realm --
your vision cleaved into porphyry.


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Stone Lady (rearranged St1&2)

Moon spills into his studio, replete
with scattered chisels and unhewn rock.
His murmurs blend with magnolia
rustling in summer's breath.
Does he sculpt your tousled waves,
caress cool lips into a smile,
drape the curve of your breasts?

Elegantly fashioned, now you pose
where bumbles and admirals
flit, beneath the willow arch
entwined with honeysuckle scent.

You are yesterday's love, ablaze
like floribunda beds, dampened now
with autumn's melancholic tears.
Or perhaps a midnight phantom,
lured into Morpheus's realm
your image cleaved into porphyry.

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Stone Lady (tweaked)

Who fashioned you, elegantly
poised where bumbles and admirals
flit, beneath the willow arch,
entwined with honeysuckle scent?

Moon spills into the studio, replete
with scattered chisels and unhewn rock.
His murmurs blend with magnolia
rustling in summer's breath.
Does he sculpt your tousled waves,
caress cool lips into a smile,
drape the curve of your breasts?

Maybe you are yesterday's love, ablaze
like floribunda beds, dampened now
with autumn's melancholic tears.
Or perhaps a nightly phantom,
you lured him into Morpheus's realm
carving your image in his memory.


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Lady of Stone

Who fashioned you, elegantly
poised where bumbles and admirals
flit? Beneath the willow arch,
entwined with honeysuckle scent.

Moonlight spills through the window;
a studio, replete with scattered
chisels and unhewn stone.
His murmurs blend with magnolia
rustling in summer's breath.
Does he sculpt your tousled waves,
caress cool lips into a smile,
drape the curve of your breasts?

Are you yesterday's love, ablaze
like beds of scarlet roses,
now dampened with the melancholy
of autumn's tears?
Or are you the nightly phantom
that lured him into Morpheus's realm
scorching your image into his memory?

[Eisa]

Thanks Bev

It's so good to see you here! Come again soon.

Snow

[Peterpan]

Thanks Bev

It's so good to see you here! Come again soon.

Snow

Hello Snow, trying. Life is not the same as it was. But, I am trying to get back into the inspirational mode. I do miss you all. Big hug to you. Bev