Composed 5/6/13
Description: Something a little different. I wrote this for Aisha’s Picture Worth Your Words Contest # 3: Forbidden. The idea of the contest is to write anything revolving around the theme of “forbidden” while also using one of the given pictures as a prompt. The above picture is the one I chose. I’m pretty pleased with how it turned out. I hope you enjoy it!
Saintly Rosalinda
Spun roses amidst the thorns
With the nimble grace of her fingertips
So red and sore and worn
Even when He stole her breath
And spotted her lips with bloody dew
Her fingers spread dark red roses
Into the world anew
He stole her from the golden grips
Of heaven’s holy hands
And tainted by the air of hell she’s
Banished from heaven’s golden sands
The Monster begged for purity
And fallen, forbidden from paradise
This fellow fallen creature
Played contently for her Beast each night
For she was also doomed to hell
And, filled with sympathy,
She made her Master sweet, white roses
So He could know beauty
Scraps of Paper 
Thank you for entering my contest….
Definitely loved the story you put into the image and your words were amazing. I enjoyed reading it. You captured the theme very beautifully.
Good Luck :)
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Thank you very much!
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This poem fits the picture perfectly. I wish I could rhyme like you!
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Thank you! And it just takes practice I guess :P And often a lot of rewriting and manipulating.
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gradullay from sore n worn soul to the tamed slave of purity each line difines the theme n pic
beautifully written:-) best of luck for the contest
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Thank you!
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am gonna do the comment part before i post my entry :D
i really liked these few lines :) to be living in heavens and suddenly get demoted to seven hells is a huge turn :) hopefully i could do my entry before too late :)
good job :)
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Thank you! And good luck with your piece :)
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