A pantoum! How about that! A little less rigid than the typical pantoum…http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pantoum
Anyways…here it is:
Maryanne
Ten years had lived Maryanne:
A blushing lassie with flaxen braids and
checkered dress of strawberries and cream.
With yearning sapphire eyes.
The blushing lassie with flaxen braids
stumbled into a human crib.
Her glittering sapphire eyes yearned
a cradle, wrapped delicately in soft, furry blanket.
Her stumbling into a human crib
sealed my maternal covenant:
To embrace her in the softest blanket—human flesh—
away from stampeding, murdering boys.
Obeying my maternal covenant,
I wove her flaxen strands into gleaming tapestry.
Away emerged stampeding, murdering boys in
faint clanks of steel armor.
Her flaxen tapestry gleamed
until armies in shimmering silver scales set afoot.
The endless clamoring of steel armor
shamed Rapunzel’s golden tapestry to mousy drab.
Their shimmering silver scales
and razor scythes and wooden arms
humbled her royal tapestry with
a first cut—a jagged sliver of a worm’s hole.
The razor scythes and explosive wooden arms
glimmered in my view—like wet dew in morning sun.
A jagged hole of an uninvited mole shredded through a
Maryanne crouched behind a fortress layered with dust.
Like wet dew glimmered
salty streams flowing down a Maryanne
crouched behind the fortress,
stained with dust.
Salty seas drenched Maryanne
until shimmering armors faded dull as lead.
I found Maryanne, stained with dust,
mature, newly hardened with scars.
The lead armors faded duller.
The shredded dress of red and white
scars clothed Maryanne (barely), all hardened, dried.
Ten years.
**Please…intelligent criticisms/comments. I can tell who actually understands poetry and who doesn’t by reading one’s answers.