Saturday, April 28, 2012

Campfire Love


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


10 comments:

  1. 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.

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  2. Oooh, 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.

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  3. I love the passion and image of the woman you drew here..hoops and bangles, brunette ringlets.

    I 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

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  4. This is sooo hot! Sensuous, passionate, intense, and a killer ending line.

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  5. I see those lovely Mucha paintings created sensuality in your poem. I love the ending. Great work as always!!

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  6. Hoo wee! I'm liking this.

    I was visited by a Succubus in a dream when I was sixteen. Got to love that supernatural love!

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  7. holy hell, i think i need a drink of cool water.

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  8. I 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!
    And late or not, Corey, this is very well done. I'm sure the artist would think so, too.
    K

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  9. 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!

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  10. I 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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