This poem was posted on The Poets Nest as a competition poem.
It consisted writing a fictinal poem/prose about the woman in the portrait.
Sadly, The Poet Nest are no more active and I wish all of you to read my submission.
The magnolia trees were in full blooming
when we paraded in front of General Lee,
before heading north, to Pennsylvania
at the beginning of May eighteen sixty-thre.
Promoted to Major, I looked around the stands
and there, my beautyful magnolia was she,
a hat with a feather keeping away the sun
from her lovely face, but not from her lips.
Being from the home-town of Mark Twain,
I had almost forgotten Hannibal, Missouri,
because a beauty from Savannah, Georgia,
a Southern Belle, heartily accepted me.
Her eyes, over a swan's neck, followed as I
rode past, following the flag of the proud Dixie,
with my heart bursting when her smile promised
a farewell out of this world, a night on Big Easy.
My Lovely Belle, a wife, a lover and a friend, that
for years and years waited among magnolia trees,
for my sword to return with honor and glory, after
the Gettysburg Battle, in June of eighteen sixty-three.
Oh Be Still My Heart! This beauty tickled my Southern fancy! Your talent had be sittin in the stands with yore Lady, wavin our silk hankeys at Ya as Ya trudged off. HUGS! SC
An absolute beautiful write, loved the details and the imagery! I too miss the Poets Nest...it was a great place to post our work with so many choices of background and a great webmasters! I'm not sure what happened but it was a loss to the poets community! Beautiful write, enjoyed!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Wow it's so beautiful and powerful
Truly moving and emotive poem here
I remember reading it at the poets nest
It's a fantastic piece I think you
Would have taken the price
And I love the imagery and flow
Outstanding poetic thoughts!!
Love And Peace to you always
your friend...Morning Star
I loved this Poet's Nest picture challenge, and I read this poem there. But it was well worth the read again here, Georg. Maybe I'll post my entry, too!
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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This poem is one to be recited to Phoebus in honor of the nine MUSES...
"My Southern Belle" bears the aroma of magnolias and the scent of art.
May Mother Poet drop dews of grace over the prairies of your evergreen creative existence.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Great imagery
Peace
William
Thanks for sharing.
Abdullahi
Love Tinka
Gives me a chill this one. So many gone there never to return. Wonderful thoughts emanating from that picture. I'd love to know how others saw her.
Kathy
Edwin
Be safe,
Karen
your superb poem! Beautiful write,glad you shared!
Love,
Eileen
Truly moving and emotive poem here
I remember reading it at the poets nest
It's a fantastic piece I think you
Would have taken the price
And I love the imagery and flow
Outstanding poetic thoughts!!
Love And Peace to you always
your friend...Morning Star
Regis
*swooning* O, I've got the vapors--
This is beautifully captured: long live the SOUTH! Well done, Georg.
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.