Southern Heart
by
Nancy Pawley
copyright 09-06-2006
Age Rating: 10 to 127
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My heart's darkly tangled in green oaks and great dells
waltzing through old southern pines
like Scarlet at Tara with graceful young Belles
sipping sweet strawberry wine
The balcony is draped with free-flowing moss
Picturesque tales scent the air
White magnolias leaving stories embossed
In leather-bound pages, extraordinaire
Swamp-mist keeps rising in Silverside Cove
disguising its soul-searching ghosts
as highway bandits who constantly rove
the Black Beard Island seacoast
Hiding in shadows, they merrily wait
for coaches loaded with gold
Passengers meeting life's certain fate
invisible hands in death's stranglehold
The bodies are buried along with vast treasures
At least that's what I've been told
But roses and sparrows cast a special allure
On rambling pathways shadowed and old
Where long sunny days
marry mild starry
nights intwined in sunrise and sunset
rejoicing till dawn
with lightning bug sprites
softer than silk silhouettes
My heart's darkly tangled in green oaks and great dells
waltzing through old southern pines
like Scarlet at Tara with graceful young Belles
sipping sweet strawberry wine
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This is a beautiful poem that truly touched me. Being from Charleston, SC, home of the Old South along with Georgia, I can really relate to this picturesque version of Southern belles and palm trees. Simply marvelous.
This is a phenomenally beautiful and well-crafted poem! You make the abab, iambic pentameter rhyme scheme look so easy. The word choice is equally breathtaking. I would be very envious if this did not take you a very long time to compose (Just kidding!-- a little). Also, I love the effect of repeating the first stanza at the end, and how the reader will feel and interpret it differently after the journey the mind takes in the middle. I enjoyed this a lot!
PS: One minor technicality: The next to last stanza has three lines, with the first much longer. I wonder if you had meant to break it up instead.