Jeanne d'Arc

My sweet little girl -
clad in iron, fed on nails,
nurtured by fire,
and worshipped by steel -
you have come to me
with a smile on your
lead-molten lips.
You have come to me
with a sparkle in your
copper-specked eyes.
With arms like spears
you demanded your fate.
My sweet little child -
afraid of woods and shadows,
relentlessly drawn to the flame -
your heartbeats are one
with the sledgehammer's blows
and your colourless locks
are forged out of chain.

Joanna, I fall at your feet
with nothing to offer
but skin, flesh and bones.
My hair will be singed by your glow,
my breath will be caught in the embers.
But if you so wish then I will
lie down in your torrid heat.
But if you so wish then I will
endure your brazen caresses.
Unaware of your rust-laden tears
for you I will turn into ashes.

Hallo twooface,
ich komme immer wieder zu deinem Gedicht zurück,
irgendwie fasziniert es mich. Obwohl ich mir mit der Interpretation nicht ganz sicher bin.
Denn manches verstehe ich inhaltlich nicht ganz.
Aber insgesamt bin ich von deinem Werk angetan.
Besonders die 2. Str. wirkt auf mich sehr poetisch.

Grüße
Noemi