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    dots Submission Name: Bull Dancerdots
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    Author: greensnake
    ASL Info:    60/female/ N.C.
    Elite Ratio:    4.17 - 770/691/75
    Words: 289
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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       Inspired by the picture on the vase of the bull riders of Knossos. My take on this.


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    They came to the village when I was five.
    The bull was draped with flowers,
    And the riders were also decorated
    With paint, and perfume, and oil.

    After they left, we played bull and rider
    With shrieks and mock death
    As strange men watched us
    From the corners and the shops.

    They said I had strong legs
    Not bowed by disease and want
    And strong arms that could
    Play bull or rider.

    So I was taken with them
    When they left the village.
    I cried for my parents,
    And they cried for joy.

    I was to be one of the chosen -
    Bride of the bulls -
    Grace and power -
    Pride of Knossos.

    I only knew that the work was hard,
    The masters were hard handed,
    The food was plain,
    And I missed my family.

    What good was glory
    When I could not have Mother's stew?
    What good was fame
    If Father could not ride me on his shoulders?

    But I grew tall and straight
    Strong and slim as a sapling.
    And the bulls grew also -
    Horns spreading into power.

    I learned that power is deceptive
    And holding it is easy
    If you allow your hands
    To seem always open and empty.

    The bulls are strong and we are weak,
    But they are our friends.
    We bend them to our will
    For what looks like danger.

    We leap and twirl and jump
    And you applaud - thinking us lucky.
    Luck is not a factor.
    We control the bulls.

    I have no family - no friends
    Except the bulls and riders.
    What I have is the power
    To hold your memory through eternity.




    Submitted on 2005-06-24 14:38:29     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      To give up everything for the control and power...To leave what you know for the hint of a dream come true...This was a great piece wrought with double meaning. Your language was clean and concise with nice flow...B
    | Posted on 2005-06-27 00:00:00 | by bluepifany | [ Reply to This ]
      Have you read "The King Must Die" by Mary Renault? I not you must, now now now! Your missing the "t" in the in the last stanza, but I like the story like format of this poem. I have to disagree with Graeme, I find that the last line "to hold your memory" works with the idea of the bull dancer holding the bull's horns. The bull dance of Crete does hold our memories, we see it in the mythology of Theseus and in artifacts discovered today. Thankyou for making my classical soul tingle.
    ~VanillaLeaves
    | Posted on 2005-06-24 00:00:00 | by VanillaLeaves | [ Reply to This ]
      Wow. Very nicely done! I've never thought of anything like that! Always amazes me how something simple (like a vase) can become something so intricate. A story for everything. That was cool!
    | Posted on 2005-06-24 00:00:00 | by AngelOutlaw | [ Reply to This ]
      Very sad, but very well thought out. You had me there for a minute, I thought you experienced this. (lol) It's really unique, I like finding poems that are of a different Genre' other than Angst and love. Nice job! :)

    **I.N.D.E.L.I.B.L.E._I.N.K.**
    | Posted on 2005-06-24 00:00:00 | by Indelible_ink | [ Reply to This ]
      Nice story, a little melancholic, really, and denotes the sacrifice and devotion to their calling that these men make.
    My only thought was the last line "to hold your memory" maybe it'd be better as "to stay in your memory" like I said, just a thought.
    Lovely poem, well done
    Be Happy
    Graeme
    | Posted on 2005-06-24 00:00:00 | by wewak11 | [ Reply to This ]


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