Bathsheba – a poetry preview

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Greetings.

Today I am bringing to you a piece which some of the readers from my previous blog may recall. It is only a little piece of the first part, edited slightly for grammar and presentation. The work is 23 parts long so far, written in August of 2013, telling the story of a lone warrioress in the desert. It is called Bathsheba – Queen of the Desert.

It is a strange style, kind of alternate rhyming couplets, nothing formal, little of my work ever is, but it remains an interesting record of a narrative poem series from myself as a different man to who I am now, who I have become. I have changed much in the past 7 months and I turn to Bathsheba with a different mind, a new perspective. I am planning to edit the whole of this narrative poem series and publish it as an ebook

I hope that you enjoy this small preview.

Raviera.

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Goldset in late summer

As the desert guitar calls over

The dunes woven by winds

Caressing baked sands.

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A masked wanderer makes tread

With rough shod feet,

Crests a dune without dread,

Though not as others before her felt.

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Sunshine coming down,

Falling all around

And its weight is a tome unbound.

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Weary with the long trek directionless,

The wanderer saw the board,

A long while ago in time fathomless

And has set out with at her back a sword.

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Her hips bear a revolver each,

Solid grips of dark crystal rock,

Weapons of her far reach

While the blade is her close lock.

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If she finds the one she would beseech

Before the desert clock

Ticks night-time over the breach

Then she is sure that no others do there flock.

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Face a masked thing,

Hair all silver under a hood

Atop the cream colour robes bringing

A lighter top to the light flood.

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Heat, heat, heat all around,

And nary a less inviting sight

Is there to be found

Than the crows in flight.