Morning, insect,
This seems to have been swallowed up in cyberspace so I'm reposting it
before heading out of town for a few days.
bw
c

> Gosh, insect, this is a strange poem.  I was absolutely captivated by the
> beginning up to '>>> heal'.  I thought it so strong and strange that I
> wished you'd ended the sentence there.  So much of the poem reads as if
it's
> a fairy story or one of the Arabian Nights tales and I'm a complete sucker
> for both.
> I quite like the fact that the fourth line is two syllables short.  Not
sure
> why the mistake was strange?  What a terrific ending. Arghhh - I can feel
> the pain...
> bw
> c
>
> >                           Namu's Nath
> >
> > One night the blood-red gem fell from her nose.
> > She let it lie for memory's sharp sake,
> > and soon her skin, long-pierced, began to close
> > and heal, which proved a strange mistake.
> > Perhaps love's vintage was a little soured
> > but she received a letter in his hand;
> > apologies and lies her heart devoured
> > and in return forgave as it had planned.
> >
> > Ah. if the ruby stone were not in place
> > when they next met, and those dark eyes should miss
> > his loving gift's rich glint upon her face,
> > his questions might delay their greeting kiss.
> > She pushed the slender shaft through knitted flesh:
> > so ever women's pain and pleasure mesh.
> >
> >                                                  grasshopper
> >
>