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ice
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0 posted 2016-01-23 07:10 AM


             

Night enchanter songs
Came sung from shadows,
Lyrics of the lotus eaters-
From a siren of the ancient mariners.

Across a sea of near asleep,
I heard one link of soft Command--
From a female, specters chain,
"Come with me, unleash your hands!"

"Remove the wax--come see  
Me Through the window glass."
"I am Selene"
"I am the Succubus".

A strange breeze blew, the curtains  
Moved, and feathered me to half awake,
Disturbed me from my early rest...

With slits of eyes, I panned the scene
That pictured in the window glass.
The Goddess showed in silver light,
And spoke in words within my dream
Again she beckoned,
"Come with me, I am Selene".

Her hand sent down a gilded stair
(For my  ascent, or so it seemed)
She held the palm, that I outreached.
Her hand was smooth, But it was frost....
As were
Her other Goddess parts
That I felt need to test.

My dormant mate, spoke half awake,
To share her warmth, she knowing begged,
"Come leave away the idol moon,
To lay as spoons between the sheets,
Like only mortal persons do
When lovers sleep in human beds."


[This message has been edited by ice (01-24-2016 06:22 PM).]

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JerryPat2
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1 posted 2016-01-23 09:16 AM


Enticing thought patterns within the confines of this one, Ice. Succubus does in fact come a-courting at the strangest times . . .

~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~

Margherita
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since 2003-02-08
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2 posted 2016-01-24 02:31 PM


Dear Ford, you venture well into the world of dreams and give us a great proof of your skill here. I like the ending too, which means you are safe from the frosty grip of Selene!

Margherita

ice
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since 2003-05-17
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3 posted 2016-01-24 06:22 PM


Jerry
" Succubus does in fact come a-courting at the strangest times ."
She doesn't come around much now that I got older, but she used to pester me a lot when I was a teenager..
Thanks for the reply.
****************
Margherita..
Thank you...I try to paint vivid pictures in my scenes of words..glad you like them..:-)

"Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance."
Carl Sandburg

Ticklefingers
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Posts 710
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4 posted 2016-01-25 01:02 AM


As the tale is told, Odysseus plugged his crew's ears with wax and ordered them to bind him on the mast of the ship. He then told them that no matter how much he begged them, they were not to untie him.

I don't know why I didn't think of that years ago. I'm sure I would have saved a lot of money.

Excellent story told in your poetry ice. Your skillful penstrokes bring it all out in 'living color'.


88's friend

She told me "play one for your supper Danny and maybe you'll get breakfast".

ice
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5 posted 2016-01-25 04:23 AM


Thanks for reading, and the reply Tickle'

I said:
"Come with me, unleash your hands!"
"Remove the wax--come see

you said:
"Odysseus plugged his crew's ears with wax and ordered them to bind him on the mast "

My point here was this..(not well stated)
"Selene" (A succubus in this poem)

Appears to most men (if not all?) including those that are bound, and deaf, as well as those incumbered by other types of handicaps.

A wonderful review. Love it when someone looks deeply into my words.

Thank you

"Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance."
Carl Sandburg

Cari
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Englnand
6 posted 2016-01-25 05:30 PM


What I took from your poem was the real and dangerous attraction that few women have. It’s difficult to explain and it’s certainly not the conventional form of attraction, but the knowing that no one man could hold this woman is the bait she uses, and we poor mortals take the lure.

Bizet knew this and used its fascination in Carmen with the Habanera.

Love is a gypsy's child,
it has never, ever, known a law;
love me not, then I love you;
if I love you, you'd best beware!

You also will find it in heart of a real (not the cheap imitations) flamenco dancer. She doesn’t need to show an acre of flesh to capture attention and at the end of her dance she will often dismiss the applause with a toss of her head.

A fine piece friend and one that I enjoyed reading, thank you.

Cari.

Lori Grosser Rhoden
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since 2009-10-10
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7 posted 2016-01-25 08:19 PM


Ice,
I'm glad I read the other comments before I made mine.  I learned a lot and that new information gave extra depth to an already great poem. I had to start over when I realized it wasn't about Selene Dion. LOL!
  ~L

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