A Young Girl Defending Herself from ErosA Poem by Purple Muse
This is a poem inspired by a trip to the Getty Museum in LA, and the famous painting by William-Adolphe Bouguereau
Spare me, Eros, your terrible curse!
Let not your horrid arrows fall,
I do not yearn for that prick of yours,
Which brings to my heart a heavy thrall.
I could stand the heavy lonesome weight,
That comes of liberty,
The snipping hands of Lady Fate,
These hold no fear for me.
But the way your feathery fingers play,
The heartstrings of my soul,
Your eyes--so cool and blue and fey,
Your laughter--loud and droll.
The heavy sound of twanging bow,
The deadly glint of gold,
I cannot stop its flight, I know,
Though I beg you please to hold!
© 2011 Purple Muse
Added on August 23, 2011
Last Updated on August 23, 2011
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