Friday, August 12, 2011

Hatefest - scroll down for 5 on Friday

Tessa at Tessa's Blurb is holding a blogfest today focusing on the darkest of emotions - hate.

I'm reposting a poem for the blogfest which showcases this emotion.

This backstory poem for Richolf, the falconer character who appears in my Saturday serialized fiction, was written during the 3:15 Experiment in August of last year.

The 3:15 Experiment is going on now - I'm not taking part this year, as I'm focusing on writing my novels - but you can CLICK HERE to find out more about this poetry event.

Defining Moment #2

Delicious glances as they wove between the other dancers
Three sword points levelled at his face
The searing bite of the blade upon his brow

His invitation to the soiree
Had been heartfelt
By a grateful noble
One of the hunters who
Wanted to reciprocate
The falconer's hospitality

"Go on, go on"
His master had urged
Declining the offer himself
A twinkle in his eye

So many beautiful girls
So many intoxicating ladies
Richolf danced with them all
Smiled at them all
Clasped her hand
Brushed his lips upon her knuckles
Locked gazes
Felt the heat

Until he was called outside
Surrounded and threatened
In the chill night air
The sweat from the party
Turning to the sweat of fear

He'd danced with the wrong girl
He didn't even know which one
Had inspired these three sword points
To level at his face

A kick from behind
His cry hanging in the night air
The distant sounds of the soiree
His heart beating as he realized
All the moments of his life
Would end in this dusty moment

But the hands which held him
Only meant for the sword to
Kiss his brow
A reminder for life
Not to mix his lowly breed
With that of one born to the blood

They left him
Laying in the dirt
Dripping red between his fingers
That still held the thrill
Of all those girlish hands
Those womanly sighs

© Julia Phillips Smith, Aug. 25, 2010

To find out what the other blogfest writers are offering, CLICK HERE.


L. Diane Wolfe said...

Definitely danced with the wrong girl!

Jen said...

Wow, that was great. I know the blogfest was for hate, and they sure hated him, but there was a lot of fear in there as well. Great stuff.

Nikita Banerjee said...

Interesting theme for a blogfest! Poor Richolf!

Amalia T. said...

I like that he didn't even know which of the girls was the reason for their attack.

Loralie Hall said...

There was so much emotion in this. Such a vivid image. Great job!

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Tessa Conte said...

Poor guy!! I hope he gets revenge at some point!!

Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem with us - and for my blogfest, no less!


ps. pop in friday next to find out who won which book said...

That's a big price to pay for dancing. Poor guy. Nicely done!

Dropping by from the Hatefest.

Damyanti said...

The first time I've read a poem for a non-poetry blogfest. Loved it!

Anonymous said...

Yeah, a poem in this blogfest is a welcome change of pace! It tells the story well. I liked the bit about him not even knowing which girl was the wrong one.

If you get a chance, check out a fellow writer's zombie story and help me make him wear an embarrassing shirt next year! It's the ultimate grudge match between social media and the zombies. Details are here:

Trisha said...

Love your poem! Great work :)