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.
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