figures (o’er the hills), soliloquy, stage directions

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figure [unenumerated]: boreal

ODALISQUE

Midway on life’s journey, the right road lost, I find myself in dark woods

pursued by armed men crying: Nymph!  Goddess!  Celestial Queen!

They say they are artists.

Their eyes are on me.

They do not presume that my solitary repose is neither for being seen nor to better see them.

(I include the confounding nor:  boys, you forget how

pretty you are.)

I will not play hunter, bewitcher, or conquered prey in this interminable masquerade.

Is there love otherwise made?

Leave me alone.  Go away.

(foot fiercely stomped.)

(bows lustily drawn. )

(swift incurable flight.  hooves.)


figure 7: boreal (otherwise)

otherwise

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About The Odalisque

I am the odalisque who lives in an oblelisk. I converse with birds.

4 responses to “figures (o’er the hills), soliloquy, stage directions”

  1. Fantasy Echo says :

    Fantastic. With folded bows they go running.

  2. Anonymous says :

    wow….i don’t get this at all.

converse. carrier pigeon post.

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