CR - Vashti of the Flaming Tresses
P. Crandall Polk
pcrandal at flash.net
Thu Nov 26 06:14:34 PST 1998
An Apology in Sonnet Form
By: Vashti of the Flaming Tresses
Feb. 25 1988
Forgive me that this missive comes so late -
At least a month or two, I must confess.
I meant to write! - It always seems my fate
To hurry through this world with little rest.
It sometimes seems there is scant time to spend
In quiet things, good talk, or even sleep,
Or correspondence with my dearest friends.
"Too much to do", I sigh, and up I leap
To work and fence, rehearse new scenes and pack;
A doublet must be stitched; a poem learned;
Then journey to the compass points and back;
And then a scroll to pen; my upkeep earn!
And yet to all the Chaos, there is Reason.
And Quiet Times will follow in their Season.
Valeria said it better than most.
Vashti's Song
By: Valeria Richila Navarro
CHORUS- After every verse
Whirl away, Whirl away, Whirl away, child
Dance as your soul professes.
Whirling and whirling as fast as you can,
Like Vashti of the Flaming Tresses.
When she dances by the men in the room
Watch with an eye that caresses.
Wishing she'd grant them a favor or boon
She's Vashti of the Flaming Tresses.
As a dancer she's known throughout the land
And to such a title confesses.
But limit her not to a single task.
Not Vashti of the Flaming Tresses.
Studying rapier with Don Galen now
Fighting with the fire she possesses.
Slowly her stature as fighter shall grow.
She's Vashti of the Flaming Tresses.
Now I must admit as she dances by
Sometimes envy my soul possesses.
And I would give anything for just one hour
To be Vashti of the Flaming Tresses.
FINAL CHORUS - after regular chorus
Whirl away, Whirl away, Whirl away, child
Dance as your soul professes.
But I would give anything just for one hour.
To be Vashti of the Flaming Tresses.
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