Adrielkeska's notes about this work:
I have no idea what this was.
With that grin
She'd sell herself
For a bottle of gin
Eyes dark and pretty
She had a face
that was the pride of
The city
She fell prey
And tore it all
Away
Falling far beyond
Drowning in the
wood-hidden pond
Where the sun
Never shone
She became a
Forgotten Gwenivere
As new faces appeared
Because, you know,
At her grave
They all had known
She was too far gone
To save
Comments on "Forgotten Gwenivere"
such a good poem! i like the repeativiness... it adds to the poem.
Impressive.
Once again your words seem to flow and fit together. There is a rhythm to your style. A unique one. Everything sounds so beautiful when you describe it. Even those that are not meant to be beautiful, sound as if they are.
All in all, another wonderful piece.
This poem reminds me of the song "Louise."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kJ1ynrFzbyY
I get the impression of an impersonal city who forsook its "prized" citizen, whom it apparently treated as anything but such; it seems to view her face as an empty mark of pride that it can flaunt rather than as the visage of a human being, and so her downfall ensues: She suffers through a sham of a life as it's the only one the apathetic circumstances allowed her to carry out, and at her grave site the people push the responsibility off of themselves by saying that she was "too far gone" when they obviously could have prevented that from happening.
Or something.
Anyway, that's what I got out of it for whatever that's worth. This poem is extremely well written, and I agree with OnlyYours in that the flow is rhythmic, natural and eloquent.
"I have no idea what this was."
Sounds to me like it was Adriel hitting another home run
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