This is a repost thrown up by thoughts from the first chapter of a book I've begun reading (... that's good going for me!), entitled "Captivating - Unveiling The Mystery of a Woman's Soul". The authors contend that there are three deep-seated desires in the heart of every woman that really make her come alive: to be romanced; to play an irreplaceable role in a great adventure and to unveil beauty. I was trying to think of iconic women who had possibly been perceived as achieving all three... Sadly, I am hard-pressed to find any whose lives in some way didn't seem to end in tragedy... or am I being "soulish" here?! Ach well, I was reminded of Helen of Troy who reminded me of this poem which reminds me it's time for bed! :)) K xx
LEDA’S DAUGHTER
Born to take flight,
she hatched different from the rest,
her shell preserved
with stunning beauty.
A brooding presence governed her life;
his regal wingspan hung in the clouds.
She would look to the stars and
watch for white feathers falling,
petalled whispers foretelling
his moonlit return.
With them she lined a nest,
adorned her raven hair,
powdered her perfumed body,
hung a web of downy dreams –
and waited.
With smouldering fire he softly roused
her drowsy beachside sleep.
Slowly igniting her pillowed desire
he seared the virgin cotton.
Lost together in snowstorm of feathers
their glistening swan-necks entwined.
While out on vast red-bloodied waters
countless warships burned.
Kate, I thoroughly enjoyed this poem as well as your commentary before it. I appreciate it when a poet weaves the past, our mythologies, and the stir of psyche into her work, making words more relevant via allusion to archetypes. Your scholarly as well as "soulish" :-)reflections are a blessing and so refreshing. I'm sorry that I don't get to read more of your writing. ~~Nordette
I'm thinking the triple Goddess here, The Maiden, The Mother, The Matriarch...Kate of Troy...well Dorset, lol. Beautifully concieved and presented Mizz MP...must've missed this 'un, first time round, glad you reposted it's top notch!
And of those three deep-seated desires in the heart of every woman: to be romanced; to play an irreplaceable role in a great adventure, and to unveil beauty, at least my spouse got two out of three.
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on September 6, 2006
Reminds me of the Snow Goose in a funny way.
Sage somes it up nicely.
The atmosphere I could smell reading this, and see he regal, almost imposing pressence in the clouds..
Nature carries on regardless, whilst we play war...
mythology blends with gothic tones to hint at erotic thought
hidden in esoteric waters.A seductive passionate beauty of a write Kate!
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on September 5, 2006
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH this is so well expressed your muse is in over time here kate. I love reading a story that brings forth a good muse. The imagery in your poetry is so vivid and I felt as though I was in slow motion watching it all. Wonderful poetry thank you XX Joselyn
Day-um!!This is incredibly beautiful, erotic and loving. You've written passion into every breath and every visual. This is one of my favorites. You did it up just right!
Love,
Susan
The woman you speak of here personifies the seasons, the sun shines when she combs her hair, snow falls when she dusts her feather quilt, and the water from her laundry causes rain. Leda's Daughter is a storied image connected with the seasonal cycle and renewal of life. Leda's Daughter has a hint of Morrigan, the battle crow of the Irish war-trinity which is said to have frozen the hearts of the bravest men, Morrigan stood for territorially and for the protection of her people's general interest to conquer Ireland in a battle with the indigenous Fir Bolg where Morrigan was often seen washing the shrouds of warriors who were soon to die in battle where she stood knee deep in water which ran red with spilled blood. A breast-plate of feathers, Kate...cheers to those women who break the mold and dance like swans feverishly, grinding the world from destruction in that there will be new hatchlings lying at her feet instead of corpses and trophies of blood-lust of severed heads and dismembered hands...
I agree with Anita I think women are a lot more complex then just those three issues but I did love the way you wove this poem into a fantasy write that was both serene and yet caught up in a fight of the Gods. Captivating from beginning to end.
oh that book sounds interesting, but i don't think i agree with those three........we have more substance and desire than that
and now your poem
its visual, and dreamy......the type of poem you can see and feel...yep feel......soft.....
and yet on the edge of reality......because war is not a dream
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
You are an amazing writer!!
Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Paul;-)
(((HUGS))) and much love (and continued prayers!), your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
And of those three deep-seated desires in the heart of every woman: to be romanced; to play an irreplaceable role in a great adventure, and to unveil beauty, at least my spouse got two out of three.
Sage somes it up nicely.
The atmosphere I could smell reading this, and see he regal, almost imposing pressence in the clouds..
Nature carries on regardless, whilst we play war...
Good one Kate
XX Ch'erie
hidden in esoteric waters.A seductive passionate beauty of a write Kate!
Love,
Susan
Sage
Fee
and now your poem
its visual, and dreamy......the type of poem you can see and feel...yep feel......soft.....
and yet on the edge of reality......because war is not a dream
all in all
beautiful
as always
thanks
pax
anita
That premise of that book you are reading " Captivating - Unveiling The Mystery of a Woman's Soul"..... may well be accurate, who knows for sure..
My thoughts swung between the Goddess Isis and Sophia Loren whilst reading this captivating repost..
Now I wonder where I stand in the Philosopher's Dream or is it Stone..LOL
Love and Light
Peter