Porcelain

Of Mother Earth, or of a fair maiden. Skin of porcelain, eyes of summer skies...

Skin of porcelain, eyes of summer skies
Cloaked in greenery, birdsong on her lips
Forever waiting; forever she lies.

Guardian of thoughts, yet she never cries
Wherever she goes, there sweet honey drips
Skin of porcelain, eyes of summer skies.

The world her bosom; her heart never dries
Taming beasts by the jingling on her hips
Forever waiting; forever she lies.

Stars entwined, laughter upon the sunrise,
Her hair glistens, as though Moon's eclipse
Skin of porcelain, eyes of summer skies.

She walks among us, but she never pries
Though we ignore her, and there her soul rips
Forever waiting; forever she lies.

Her arms ache for love, but never reprise
Silence falls as her mind begins to slip
Skin of porcelain, eyes of summer skies.
Forever waiting; forever she lies.

Author's Note

Breaking a dry-spell of sorts, I am. And my first attempt at writing a villanelle.
Obviously inspired by the picture, so do click on it.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

This is stunning.. There is a wondrous magic that is woven through her... giving life its luster.

[Crowley]

Oh wow...this is really good...Love this form and love the writing. It had such a good cadence with the repeating lines and imagery as beautiful as it gets. Really nice job...

[The Analog Kid]

I like it a lot. Very fine job. Everything is near-perfect!

[AFX787359]

Impressive! May I ask who you're talking about in this poem?