

I Can’t Be Your Captive If I Give Myself To You
My tunic covers scars upon both wrists
Their silent witness to the blows I bore
I pulled and writhed but he would not desist
Until I would have crumpled to the floor

The manacles prevented my escape
They also meant I somehow kept my feet
The manacles preserved my pride from japes
Which never pulled the screams as when he beat

My tunic covers scars that she’s now seen
My lady with her cuffs chained to her bed
Her fingers lock me into place, between
Two posts, my clothing gone – those words I said
I hand myself to her, to be her slave
Surrender is my only hope...or grave...
Copyright - Julia Smith – Aug. 17, 2008
I loved the title! One great write, this!
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Excellent Julia.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of the medievil aspects with new science and technology.
You had me until the end. Having been through such a horrific experience while manacled, it would take complete and utter trust for him to allow her to cuff him. I just didn't get that from the last line. Other than that, fantastic!
ReplyDeleteMedieval,technology and the Character Scorpius all Fascinatingly. Great Poem.
ReplyDeleteI love the title, and the poem itself is powerful. Well done!
ReplyDeleteOoh, nice! Scorpius is such an intriguing character, and I can tell you're having a great time with him! :)
ReplyDeleteMissy - I took another look at the last line and gave it a different twist.
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