I wrote this for my poetry class. The prompt was to use the following words: newsprint, hovercraft, and green necklace. I wrote this and it was promptly eviscerated by my class. Granted, I doubt many of them have read Scandal in Bohemia and thus didn't understand it. For that I blame myself, but I on principle tend to not defend my work, and instead let it speak for itself. But seeing as they disliked it and I'm now changing it into something altogether different, I've decided to deliver the original piece into the caring hands of those for whom it was written, you guys. And if you like it, great, and if not, then I'll know it was truly as bad as they thought it was and I'll move on with my writing.
~Graceofnight
The Woman
I ought to have known.
Those keen eyes and feline smile
Minds of quicksand all of them!
Her green necklace,
Adventurine I should say,
Dangles like a hovercraft before my eyes
As she administers her tender care.
She kneels before me,
Her fragrance like mint,
Concern in her eyes,
That voce fatale.
I feel ashamed, almost,
For tricking her this way,
But she leaves me no choice.
I should have known
It would be all in vain.
When she came by that night,
So well disguised,
I should have smelled the mint.
The vixen!
Her heart's of brass,
With a supple foil.
I've met my match
A worthy opponent.
I hope this tale never sees
The light of day, nor newsprint;
But if my Biographer has his way
The world would know of my failure.
~A/N: Considering the circumstances under which this was posted, any reviews, positive or negative, would be greatly appreciated. Thanks