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Cari Member Posts 411 Englnand |
Escape. Sweet sanctuary From garlic pillow talk and the crawl of Hair knuckled caterpillars On shoulder flesh ~ Alone in my space Cinnamon sheets Body cool Chatter of nightjars Subsiding ~ Breath of roses Through lattice windows The ticking hands Lean on midnight Closing eyes ~ Spindle of dreams Reels unwinding Follow Alice Down the stairway Candle light will show the way ~ Here, my Tristan Neath the Venus tree Your Isolde waits With downcast eyes and re-stitched virginity * * * |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Modern poetry form, that keeps alive the classics.. A mixture of ancient, Arthurian type songs, and Alice falling down the rabbit hole, at midnight, brought into the context of a timeless question asked- Can you break away (escape) from a tryst after you have already drunk the maidservents potion? Can one, after falling in love "llegitimately" hope to regain your chastity, by stitches of time? "Here, my Tristan Neath the Venus tree Your Isolde waits With downcast eyes and re-stitched virginity" This stanza seems to say, that you cannot, and that it leads to endless pangs of guilt--"downcast eyes" Even if I got the meaning you inteneded wrong.. I really enjoyed reading this poem. |
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Cari Member Posts 411 Englnand |
This is an open poem and intentionally so for the readers understanding. My own thoughts, for what they’re worth. The first stanza concerns the over embellishment of her partners faults to justify her reasons for leaving him. It’s a fairly common excuse for breaking a relationship for both males and females. But we would have to ask why, when he is so obviously uncouth, did you share a bed with him? The final stanzas are a dream sequence where she fantasises in reclaiming her purity and so be fit for her perfect lover. But equally your thoughts on the poem fit the piece perfectly. It’s up to the reader to take what they want from a poem. The only value a poem has is what the readers give to it. Thank you so much for your kind comments, they make the work worthwhile. Cari. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
This sad slice of life plays out daily millions of times daily across the world, Cari. Sometimes women seeks the "rough-cut" man to share her bed, and more times than not it is a very bad mistake. Men, on the other hand can be besotted by a "wild" woman and wants her wild and crazy days to be his wife. Too many times the woman, after marriage, does not curtail her wild ways, leaving him sad, lonely and unloved. Their has to be a better way. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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