“Cupid Carving a Bow” 1535 painting by Parmigianino
With a weapon like this
I’ll make enemies kiss,
turn turmoil to bliss,
correct a near miss.
With arrows di amor,
I’ll help heroes score,
quell hate’s constant clamor,
turn garish to glamour.
With attached bowstring,
the blossom of spring,
rows of glittering rings,
lovers worshiping.
With mischievous quiver,
I aim and deliver,
make softies stiffer
and warriors shiver.
When fate takes aim,
my bow is a flame.
Love’s a dangerous game.
Infatuation: the same thing as fame.
© 2023 | K.Hartless
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Great poem, K! Can someone help me score? 😂❤️
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Thanks, John. Can’t get cupid’s attention? I think he may like hiding. 😂💜 Myself, I’m trying my best to avoid anymore of his arrows.
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You’re welcome, and heck no. I haven’t had a date since 2016 and that last big D. You are married I think, so you are off-limits to cupid, right? 😂
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Great twist on classic folklore – adds plenty of personality to Cupid’s motivations 🙂 ❤
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Thanks, Tom. Cupid has a great sense of humor. That’s for sure. 💜
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I love this naughty, frivolous fleur: each stanza works, but #4 is witty and pointed 🙂
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Thank you, John. The artwork was the spark, and well, I enjoyed thinking of Cupid’s musings while crafting a bow.
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hahaha; what would lovers do without Cupid 🙂
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Spend a lifetime discovering their desires, I suppose.😂
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time outta mind
rare to be truly kind
familiar is the contratemps contempt after all~!
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Love can certainly be many things. ❤️
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Indeed. Hidden is just one of many ways to love. 💜
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Spicy, serene… Is it miss Everdeen?🏹🤓
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Love is sweet, non-flammable, all birds and sunsets until its not. Nicely described!
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Great poem content!
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Thank you. 😄
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