Open Poetry #38 |
Southern Nights |
Dublin Boy Member
since 2006-08-26
Posts 102UK |
Southern nights--hot and heavy as black molasses, prickly with tension and suppressed desire. In the small town of Hallet, a lone police cruiser prowls, tail-lights gleaming like demon-fire. Along country roads and dark streets, lit only by a lambent moon, Deputy Henderson patrols. Feeding his private fantasies, in the sticky bayou heat, his lust knows no controls. For years he has abused his power, catered to his carnal needs, not caring what is right. And in this Southern town there is no Virgil Tibbs, no Sidney Poitier, in the heat of the night. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Ooooo! You're good! ~ and he's sooo baaaad! Great write! You sure know how to create an atmosphere! EA |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
wow! well done Dublin Boy you know your southern nights.... |
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Dublin Boy Member
since 2006-08-26
Posts 102UK |
Thank you, Earth Angel and Lady, for your kind comments--glad this one worked. Cheers, Bill |
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