The Black Prince – Prose Poem – SunWinks! February 22, 2015: Waxing Prosaic

Who is The Black Prince?

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There he stands haughty, resplendent in his shiny blackness, black as tar, black as night, with a touch of white, just to soften his stern image, a sign of his noble lineage that stern image.

Oh, those piercing lemon yellow eyes of his, oh God, help me and protect me! If this be a look of love or hate, of pride and vanity, or of desire and dominance, I’ll gladly be his slave: such is his black brooding beauty, resist it I cannot! “Here, take this small gift.”… What? He hesitates… Why this doubtful look? Why this change of mood? It’s not in his character to be timid…or is there a timid streak?

“Wait a minute, stay, don’t go”, I implore. “Look, I’m as gentle as a doe.”…Then he slowly moves closer and picks it up swiftly with his big black beak.

© irina dimitric 2012

Doug, this poem was written for Len’s Sunday Writing Essential, 19 September 2012.

About irinadim

Kookaburra sweet, you neither chirp nor tweet. Your laughter is much like mine, my cackle is much like thine. We are two sister souls, one clad in feathers, the other in clothes. ~ Irina ~ I’m a budding blogger. Poetry and photography are my newest passions, living in perfect harmony inspiring each other. I like both free verse and form poetry and am quite proud to let you know that I am the creator of a new form named ‘tercetonine’. Blog Name: Irina's Poetry Corner Blog URL:
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13 Responses to The Black Prince – Prose Poem – SunWinks! February 22, 2015: Waxing Prosaic

  1. It’s very poetic!

  2. Lucia says:

    Le prince noir est-il un oiseau? Bel écrit très poétique
    Bonne journée Irina, bisous de coeur ♥

  3. mincs1 says:

    I liked this! I was not expecting the black beak at the end 🙂

    • irinadim says:

      Oh good! The trick with the photo worked. I asked my husband, ‘What do you think this is?’ And he said, ‘It looks like a sleeve.’ ‘Great ‘, I said and showed him the photo of the bird.

  4. balroop2013 says:

    Haughty and resplendent? Two unlike symbols evoke a brilliantly dominating image to be abhorred…why would a ‘doe’ implore before such a creature? Isn’t it acceptance of subservience? Am I misconstruing?

    • irinadim says:

      I took a picture of this creature and then let my imagination run wild. In the middle of the passage you learn that this creature is actually timid. When I realise that he is not approaching to receive my gift, out of timidity perhaps, I reassure him by saying that I’m as gentle as a doe.
      I must stress that this piece was not intended to be philosophical, but I can see your point and your questions make a lot of sense. The poem is actually a riddle until you get to the last three words – it’s a bird.
      The Currawong is a big black bird with a big black beak and in that photo I took he looks to me just like a Venetian nobleman: haughty, and resplendent because of his shiny black feathers. I was just having fun. 🙂

  5. Aquileana says:

    “Oh, those piercing lemon yellow eyes of his, oh God, help me and protect me!”
    I love that sentence… It reminds me of a wonderful song by Amy Macdonald – Poison Prince –
    Much love! Aquileana 😀

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