Category Archives: Fiction
The Matador

courageous and bold
a story so old  
met his match
in a woman
he dared hold
blazing passion
revealed in her eyes
held his intrigue
this was his prize
 
he fought with lust
bribed with love
she gave him one night
then flew like a dove
freedom her spirit
seduced by fire
the great matador
unable to pirate
could only admire

©dorianna 2014

Prison Walls

This is every young girl’s story who had to endure sexual abuse at the hands of a trusted man, be it her natural father, stepfather, or another trusted relative.

I watch the shadow of a man
confused, I do not make a sound
I look around to search for mama
she is no where to be found

does she hide-a-way deliberatelyprison walls
pretending everything is fine
that within these lovely walls
there exists no malefic crime

stealthily he leans across my bed
his words are soft; his body hard
the innocence of a child is lost
body, mind and heart is scarred

there are no words ever spoken
concerning his malevolent deed
mama lowers eyes and covers ears
whenever I beg her to give heed

for many years I am his prize
until of age I could rebel
freeing myself from my tormentor
though still imprisoned in his hell

the memories are my torture
relived at night; my prison wall
silent sobs plead for freedom
to raise my eyes and stand up tall

©Dorianna 2013

Far-away Places and so Many Faces

 

I’ve traveled around the world
exotic resorts and humble dwellings
have been my residence
I’ve lived with kings
married a prince
been a slave in a dungeon
rescued by thieves in a forest
war is familiar to me
sent my sons to fight for freedom
I’ve tilled the land of a southern plantation
til my fingers bled and my back was stooped
I’ve built estates, my land plundered
I’ve sat on the throne over a kingdom

Pirates kidnapped me and took me to sea
drunks have taken my virginity
A vampire’s kiss gave me immortality
I’ve been loved deeply by many men
hated by women and men alike
been a devil, a witch, even a saint
saved lives and freed countries
been a cruel master and a gentle beast
loving mother, an abusive land owner
filled my senses with cherry blossoms
honey suckle, magnolia and roses
fed on the delicacies of the very rich
lavished in velvet, silk, diamonds and pearls

I’ve married great men and evil monstersfaraway-231x300
been a heroine, honored and cherished
fought Indians in the wild wild west
owned a brothel and sang for the men
I’ve known the joy of giving birth  
held a newborn suckling my breast
been a leader in a feminist march
traveled by stagecoach
 crept thru a desert
air, land and sea kept me free
how is it my life is so full
to have traveled to far-away places
worn the mask of so many faces
through the pages of a adventure story
my imagination was set free to fly

© Dorianna 2012

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