Edmund V. Strolis


The Exotic Maiden - Poem by Edmund V. Strolis

There was a time that I still remember well.
When she held a crowd within her gesturing hands.
A colorful exotic untamed bird somehow landed here.
So vibrant and loved even by the farmer's wives.

They could have been jealous of her beauty.
They could have wished they had her hips and eyes.
Vivacious olive skinned Mediterranean maiden.
What an exotic wonder she brought to their lives.

A testament to her inner beauty it seems
The women of that rural place adored her so.
They knew their men pretended not to stare
But everybody did, kittens, babies and women too.

In corn country far from her village square
her family sent her letters wet with tears
The people of her town were not quite the same.
The center fountain missed her dangling feet.

The window of her room under the harvest moon
Would find her staring long after midnight
She would play her records and dance alone.
The Adriatic sea was a dream away and called her.

The same romantic flair that burned within
Spontaneous and hopeful and undeterred by fate
Was the same carefree adventure that stole her.
With her soldier lover so far away from home.

Topic(s) of this poem: lonely, beautiful, romantic


Comments about The Exotic Maiden by Edmund V. Strolis

  • Geeta Radhakrishna Menon (11/13/2015 10:51:00 AM)


    An exotic maiden in a land where people could not take their eyes off her. What attracted me is that apart from the
    physical appearance of this vivacious olive skinned beauty with pretty eyes, her inner beauty shone and captured
    the hearts of the people. A fabulous picture!
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    Edmund Strolis Edmund Strolis (11/13/2015 12:27:00 PM)

    By many actions some women would dismiss her or think less of her and some men would also find only the physical attraction but the maiden transcends both by being something exotic and beautiful within. A chance to show that when people put their prejudices aside they can appreciate a kind hearted maiden that finds herself apart from the land and people that she loves but still has the spirit to bring her colorful world with her. Magic through natural means.

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  • Pamela Sinicrope (11/12/2015 4:58:00 PM)


    In corn country far from her village square... I like this poem... And you created a lovely description of the Mediterranean maiden. Another poem with a crown! You captured her spirit in the final stanza, but your description of how she affected the entire town was like a fairy tale. Well done... I can picture her and the entire scene. (Report) Reply

  • Shakil Ahmed (11/11/2015 9:37:00 AM)


    nice poem, you have expressed your emotions very well. i enjoyed reading the poem, thanks for sharing, (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 11, 2015


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