Naked and sylph-like,
flesh as a seamless robe,
a source of pale, hypnotic light,
emanating which, she glides
from her underground dominion
to entice her passing subjects
with displays of her somatic arts.
She chooses carefully and teases each.
Each comes quickly to the end
of his short tether -- and not
until that point is reached
she plants the final kiss,
allows him to depart this earthly life.
Written for mindlovemisery from the wordle below:-
15 comments:
This is wonderfully sensual and wonderfully wicked =)
So well done Dave. Excellent!
What a way to go!
Anna :o]
This is definitely one of my favourite poems so far following that prompt. It's evocative, sensual and enigmatic.
Greetings from London.
nice....really dramatic...rather a crescendo of life...great flow to this dave...
Oh goodness me Dave - I found this quite surreal - and rather creepy too.
Ha, in this case I would definitely prefer NOT to be the one chosen!! Smiles.
Yes, I hope the final kiss is sweet!
And in that last moment, that final kiss, does the chosen one regret? Too late . . .
enjoyed the poem.we have all met them and some of us have been lucky enough not feel that fatal kiss.
Sounds like a few women I know! Creepy good!
Powerful flash. As it happened with other poems of yours William Blake came to my mind.
'Allowing' them to depart suggests a release. I wonder...
I love this final phrase, "allows him to depart this earthly life", which makes me feel the same experience.
This is such a beautiful poem Dave. Love the images it conjured in my mind.
Thanks Everyone
seems you all entered into the spirit of it beautifully.
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