 |
Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+ |
Custom Search
|
|
|
||||
| Welcome ! | Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link | 11-June 02:23:38 AEST | ||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
Array
(
[sid] => 88744
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Merit & Flair: Sister Slaves
[time] => 2005-03-25 18:40:57
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => My sister Flair and I, never knew our original parents We were abandoned, so we later found out No one wanted us, so we were sent off to auction A sickening, slave auction Where we were being fought over and then sold The slave auction was always something we dreaded We have been torn between masters for years Flair is the older sister, at the age of seventeen While me, Merit, the younger one, being fifteen So now we have to face yet another master I looked to my sister Merit, She looked plagued by fright Years we have been torn between masters & mistresses Our new owner, Wolfram, told us, That were would be staying with him Honestly, did that arrogant man, Think were would be staying forever? Well he was sorely mistaken I’m the stronger of us, and the oldest, I won’t let them hurt my sister; she’s all I have The Winterbourne estate, I say, was quite breathtaking To bad Merit wasn’t awake to see it, She was quietly resting, with her head on my shoulder I had noticed the black and brown horses came to a stop And out I stepped, carrying my sister along When I had awoken from my blissful nap, My surrounding soon came into great view Flair, I saw over by the tall, opened window The room I see, was more luxurious than any other place we stayed I guess in this house nothing can be ruined There were two solid oak four-poster beds, With soft, dark blue cotton sheets with intricate flower designs A large, furnished dresser was pushed in the corner for us Nice, hardwood floors were noticeably buffed In front of the brick fireplace was a blue velvet sofa Our first night there began with the serving of dinner Flair was to serve the wine, and set out the glasses The silverware I set out, but there wasn’t much, only for one person I found it quite ridiculous for one, non-friendly man to have a table with sixty chairs Soon Wolfram came through the double doors He seemed satisfied, Merit I were masters of our craft We pulled out the chair for him and he pleasingly sat down The wine was first, as I poured it in his glass, he started eyeing me I glared daggers at him and pulled my dress up, Right to my neck, so he wouldn’t be staring down sacred places As the food was brought out, The delicious smell tugged at my nostrils Food, from places all over filled every inch of the table I was tempted to take a little piece, But Wolfram kept his sharp, hazel eyes on me We only got the scraps that were left over, Merit was quite hungry as she devoured down a half eaten chicken leg I laughed slightly, but couldn’t help laughing to myself, As I kept stuffing fruit into my mouth All the food that was washed down by that tasty, red wine At last, it was time to sleep, Flair and I were quite tired ourselves We surrendered to our comfortable beds, And we slept through the long night Our first day at Winterbourne estate, was a tiring one [comments] => 4 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 68 [informant] => Crimson_Rose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fictional )
|
Menu
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©
Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster
All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com
All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.
Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com