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:-
This is wonderfully sensual and wonderfully wicked =)
ReplyDeleteSo well done Dave. Excellent!
ReplyDeleteWhat 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.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
nice....really dramatic...rather a crescendo of life...great flow to this dave...
ReplyDeleteOh goodness me Dave - I found this quite surreal - and rather creepy too.
ReplyDeleteHa, in this case I would definitely prefer NOT to be the one chosen!! Smiles.
ReplyDeleteYes, I hope the final kiss is sweet!
ReplyDeleteAnd in that last moment, that final kiss, does the chosen one regret? Too late . . .
ReplyDeleteenjoyed the poem.we have all met them and some of us have been lucky enough not feel that fatal kiss.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a few women I know! Creepy good!
ReplyDeletePowerful flash. As it happened with other poems of yours William Blake came to my mind.
ReplyDelete'Allowing' them to depart suggests a release. I wonder...
ReplyDeleteI love this final phrase, "allows him to depart this earthly life", which makes me feel the same experience.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a beautiful poem Dave. Love the images it conjured in my mind.
ReplyDeleteThanks Everyone
ReplyDeleteseems you all entered into the spirit of it beautifully.