Today thermometers shot high into the nineties. My brain was cooked. I slept the sleep of death beneath the apple tree, and there I dreamed a wish-fulfilling dream in which I found myself seduced by sexless flesh, soft beauties such as I had never met before, who roamed a land both verdant and ice cool with bubbling streams and rich in shade. But what most tempted me to make this land my own was all-pervading blue, an ice cold - welcome - hue. Just to look at it... relief from casseroling heat. I saw that everywhere and everyone - the beauties more than most - had been suffused by blue. Okay, there was a bush that fiercely burned but - Biblically - stayed intact, and more than that, had set alight a lengthy tract of that fair land. That, too, was not consumed. And true enough - as nothing can be perfect - one beauty had a hand, palm raised, protective of her vulva. (Or where one would imagine the vulva might have been.) STOP! it said. Imperious command. NO ENTRY! No can do! (or was it that they all had hands, these beauties, where their labia might have been?) Forgetting then, all slight, and slightly disappointing, aspects - fiery shrubs, etc, etc., the rest of it, a kind of heaven, welcomed me. The land, its occupants, the dream and I were cool - as cool as the blue inner core of some bright flame might be ................................. I am indebted to Willow at The Mag for the image and its prompt.
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Tuesday, 4 September 2012
A Kind of Heaven
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Superb Dave. Bloody brilliant!
Gday Dave, this is cool mate, a sensuaous encounter with she who can definitely be named !, thanks
Wow! you brought out the man in me, Dave! Innocently sensuous. Serious talk I had initially imagined. Manly chuckles!
caseroling heat....ha love hte way you put that...and funny you could hardly think sensually, more relief from the heat...i def understand that...smiles.
Quite the painting isn't it and can lead the mind on a merry old time...lol
Well interpreted Dave!
Fits the picture perfectly and also the end of summer. Interesting contrast between the coolness and the warm or hot thoughts.
Stunning interpretation of the painting. Pretty 'hot' for a hot day! Enjoy those 90's. Snow will be flying before you know it.
Honestly Dave .. no one got to the essence of Bloch's painting the way you did!!! A beauty!
Really brilliant, Dave!
A visionary intensity in this poem.
Risqué humour at its best, yesss.
Wicked innocence, lusty chastity, humorous seriousness, what a mixture of opponents!
From heat to cold..., wow, you have played a very attractive word game, Dave.
Stop! NO ENTRY! hehehe, and Forgetting ...aspects - fiery shrubs, etc. etc.
One of your best pieces.
Thanks for sharing.
I love the sense of wandering thoughts that make your dream state so vivid and real, Dave. I would lust after the cool, shady blueness you've envisioned here. it would be a welcome relief from this long, hot summer. Thank you for sharing.
Yeah, I've heard of that the inner of flame is cool... Beautiful image and unexpected(?) dream.
Casseroling heat - yes, we've had a number of casseroles like that too. Good writing...
A very funny dream for a hot day - casseroling heat a particularly wonderful phrase--the women cool all the way through! k.
Erotica in it's most innocent form! I love this, Dave.
The idea of temptresses in virginal pose is superbly evocative.
What a dream...what a painting!!
Something of the atmosphere of a dream from myth or legend here. Beguiling atmosphere - that mix of eros and whimsy!
Hot and sexy write, Dave! You would hate the heat in Central Ohio...
I loved the picture and had an inkling, when I first saw it, that he poem would be equally intense. I'm glad to have been in the right.
Greetings from London.
You re-painted this with your words Dave and did it eloquently....love this! :-)
The steam rises from this hot piece...stellar!
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