A little late for Fireblossom Friday's prompt at Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads. Did not use a specific Mucha pic, but wrote on the feeling that they gave me when I researched them on line. Cool prompt Shay.
You said you wanted hoops so big you
could train poodles with them
When you wore them with the matching
bangles I bought, you shined
Laughing over wine and an unnecessary
camp fire, you drew short
And you told me of the intensity of
supernatural love
I drank from that spring for a hundred
years or maybe a night
The sweat that pooled in that spot in
the small of your back, an elixir
Honey that coats a soft mind hell bent
on fingering those brunette ringlets
And lips that hypnotized, fogging your
words, yet I still remember
It was the day of the comet and your
breath became tangy with regret
You called in tongues to your dead
father and took my hand swiftly
Plunging my pink skin into the white
hot of a fire seasoned with oak and rosemary
I fled unburned but unhealed all the
same, forever searching my soul in every crowd
Oh my goodness, this is a passionate torrent of intensity and emotion. Draws the reader right into the maelstrom. I love, especially,the closing line, which speaks such volumes.
ReplyDeleteOooh, yes! I can see how all those images of wildly passionate women could give rise to these words. Mucha's conception of womanhood could make a slave of any man. I love this for its sensuous images, especially of the second stanza, and the sense of hopeless entanglement at the end.
ReplyDeleteI love the passion and image of the woman you drew here..hoops and bangles, brunette ringlets.
ReplyDeleteI specially like the third stanza:
Plunging my pink skin into the white hot of a fire seasoned with oak and rosemary
I fled unburned but unhealed all the same, forever searching my soul in every crowd
This is sooo hot! Sensuous, passionate, intense, and a killer ending line.
ReplyDeleteI see those lovely Mucha paintings created sensuality in your poem. I love the ending. Great work as always!!
ReplyDeleteHoo wee! I'm liking this.
ReplyDeleteI was visited by a Succubus in a dream when I was sixteen. Got to love that supernatural love!
holy hell, i think i need a drink of cool water.
ReplyDeleteI never thought of the way Mucha's work would affect a man. Now that I think about it, you have described it perfectly, and made me see through different eyes. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteAnd late or not, Corey, this is very well done. I'm sure the artist would think so, too.
K
Wow!!! I love your closing line and the entire piece is just bursting with rich tangible feeling. I liked this a lot, herotomost! I was late to the party, too! Smiles!
ReplyDeleteI could see the woman so clearly in your poem. I love your opening line-it starts the poem in a lighthearted way and then it continues to draw you in deeper and deeper until the killer last line hits you like a car crash you see coming but can't avoid. Brilliant!
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