An English Perspective

The Art Philosopher

Posted on: 29th Nov, 2015

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She walks in beauty, treading carefully in her kingdom before she falters and is silenced by the whispers in the ether. Still, surrounded then by sea and air and land she waits and takes her vantage point. Like an armada, the dreams invade and take romantic movement in her soul; daring to consume and scrambling trails in her mind. The high top, verdant hill from which she stands, fails to deliver the liberty it once offered as she regards the waves crashing from one gold coast to another. The surf teases forward and ebbs away. Torment resides and bubbles, like the froth remaining on the sand until the frog emerges from the water; princely in nature and deserving of the touch from her red petal lips. Bold enough to leave his dukedom to deflower the English rose and taste the delicacy of her sovereign state and powerful enough to bring the thunder that sets the sparrow to glorious flight.

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22 Comments on An English Perspective

Kitty

Kitty

29th Nov, 2015 23:11

This reminds me of me. Lovely.

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Jules

Jules Smith

4th Dec, 2015 11:12

As it should, you fine damsel 🙂

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LL

LL

29th Nov, 2015 23:11

British women are understated. The white rose represents purity and invulnerability. The red rose represents unbridled passion and sensual seduction — the whore in bed and the lady out of bed. Women of the red rose rake your back with their nails as passion overtakes them. The white rose refuses to scream and acknowledge the orgasm. Not that I have any experience in such matters. I am merely well read.

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Jules

Jules Smith

4th Dec, 2015 11:12

Indeed they are. Or maybe that’s just part of their wily character. Sometimes they are both. It takes a great power and a certain ‘Je ne sais quoi’ to make the white rose bleed red and unfurl her petals, as I’m sure you know, what with you being so well read and all….

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Exile on Pain Street

Exile on Pain Street

30th Nov, 2015 01:11

Someone we know? Sounds vaguely Shakespearean.

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Jules

Jules Smith

4th Dec, 2015 11:12

Who? The English Rose? Well since we are going on a Shakespearian theme lets call her Ophelia or..Olivia or…Helena…or…WAIT! What am I thinking? But soft, what light from yonder window Breaks?
You know, her…whatshername…

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Tracy

Tracy

30th Nov, 2015 16:11

Very nice Jules! Love it that your first line is one which Byron also used. Wherefore art thou sir frog?

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Jules

Jules Smith

4th Dec, 2015 11:12

Well of course I refer to Byron, Tracy. One of my most favourite poets and I often walk in the grounds of Newstead where he resided. My favourite type of mad, bad and dangerous. Spirit.

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Tracy

Tracy

5th Dec, 2015 00:12

He’s one of my favorites too. I can remember being around 13 years old, lying in my bedroom by the window, simply swooning as I read his stuff and dreaming that someday I might inspire such passion. Mad, bad, and dangerous…good stuff!

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Jules

Jules Smith

5th Dec, 2015 12:12

Byron was a tortured soul and they secrete the most raw romance and passion.
You do inspire, Tracy and your work is beautiful in all its formats. x

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the late phoenix

the late phoenix

30th Nov, 2015 18:11

ribbit. mah dahlin if only i coulda joined you atop that verdant hill. i had the worst weekend. i wish my lost weekend would have gotten lost. i found myself inside an ever-shifting castle as a tall fellow in a veil chased me slowly. back and forth we went, he’d kill me, i’d live, kill me, live, it killed me. it took a lot of willpower but i managed to get a diamond ring out of it. 2 billion years later emerging……………..or i wrote about that, same thing *)

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Jules

Jules Smith

4th Dec, 2015 11:12

It’s a bit chilly on these hills nowadays, my sweet. I got lost in a castle recently but I drank a magic Palinka and ended up in Wonderland. It’s a long story but I got out of the rabbit hole. *)

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Gorilla Bananas

Gorilla Bananas

1st Dec, 2015 20:12

Who is this incomparable temptress? More than the frog deserves, that’s for sure! (Unless you were referring to Charles Aznavour).

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Jules

Jules Smith

4th Dec, 2015 11:12

Well, mr G.B – She may be the face I can’t forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price
I have to pay…

I guess only Charles or the princely frog from the water can answer that.

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Masher

Masher

1st Dec, 2015 22:12

Too many metaphors for me.
You lost me after ‘Perspective’.

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Jules

Jules Smith

4th Dec, 2015 11:12

Haha!, Masher! Well at least you got to the title, eh petal 🙂

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Crystal Collier

Crystal Collier

2nd Dec, 2015 18:12

Very artistic. Love the flow of words.

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Jules

Jules Smith

4th Dec, 2015 11:12

I art honoured, Miss Crystalicious! And thank you for your blog/ book review. Looking forward to see who guesses. I’ll be on to comment later. Bit tardy as just back from a junket.

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The Blue Grumpster

The Blue Grumpster

7th Dec, 2015 11:12

Did I mention I love British women? Well, I do.

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Jules

Jules Smith

7th Dec, 2015 20:12

Did I mention that you are a man of good taste, my friend? Well, you are.

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The Blue Grumpster

The Blue Grumpster

20th Dec, 2015 13:12

Did I mention you’re the best?

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Jules

Jules Smith

20th Dec, 2015 17:12

Takes one to know one 🙂

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