Dark Poetry #1 |
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Gilles de Rais |
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lotharingia Senior Member
since 2000-06-04
Posts 897saarbruecken, Germany |
Smiling he listens to the hum of caged souls breathing the secrets of hell into life |
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kynder Senior Member
since 2000-04-11
Posts 537Tallahassee, Florida |
you motivate me to be a more efficient poet less words more meaning kynder |
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Portia Member
since 2000-05-18
Posts 157 |
This reminds me that in college, two of my professors (Bible and Modern Poetry) stated in class that the word "inspire" literally means "breath of God." Yet here, you give a perfectly valid new definition to the word: "breath of hell." "Breathing / the secrets / of hell / into life" is a great line, it implies a lot (I don't want to take liberties with your meaning, though). Does it mean the secrets of hell are being used to create new life, or is it that the secrets are merely becoming known to the living? There is a great deal here. Excellent. |
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lotharingia Senior Member
since 2000-06-04
Posts 897saarbruecken, Germany |
Thanks Kynder! Portia, you got my meaning exactly! This poem is about Gilles de Rais (or Bluebeard)(1404-40), perhaps you know of him. He was a great friend of Joan of Arc (!), and a heinous satanist, who was finally put to death, accused of the torture and murder of more than 140 children. The atmosphere I wanted to conjure up in this poem is one of an immensely evil man who has summoned up the spirits of those condemened to burn in hell so that they can reveal to him the secrets of the netherworld. This could imply both of your meanings, as the secrets of hell may include the summoning of familiars, or the creation of similar diabolic creatures. Not that we need hell for that though! I'm glad you enjoyed it! Uta Lotharingia "Wir wollen nicht Wert und Sinn ... wir wollen Unwert und Unsinn" Raoul Hausmann |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
God I enjoyed this. Great. Joel. I howl a mournful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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