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From the Bottle

You will scrabble loudly behind
the wainscotting of my dreams tonight,
as you did last night and the night
before, your fierce need rupturing
my token resistance.

You will break through the thin
partition which divides our worlds
as if it were paper, and your
animal heat will engulf me
in dark passion.

My dangerous love--I am afraid
for my immortal soul, terrified
of the life to come. My sinful
fantasies have released you
from the bottle.

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  • Keith
    July 5

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    Bill, ye've goan and beat me again! Well done. This is a cracking gold poem. The phrase "wainscotting of my dreams" deserves the gold alone.

    There once lived a terribly vain Scot
    Who nailed up a glass on his wainscot
    But by pure bad luck
    His sporran got stuck
    And his bawbees were lost down the drainpot.

    Your poem's considerably better! Best Wishes.

  • Immortal Obscurity silver member
    July 4

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    Oh, wow... I agree with Lotus-Mama, in that once one experiences true passion, he or she will never be the same again. Passion like what you have described cannot be contained, and you captured that within these words.

    This is a lovely poem, and you definitely have a shot at a nice, shiny trophy. Thanks for entering, and good luck.

    Laura


  • Lotus-Mama silver member
    July 4

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    Amazing write, the tuggings of passion.... once released can never be put back into that bottle! Great write!

    "your fierce need rupturing
    my token resistance."




  • Keith
    July 3
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    Bill, I'm locking the liquor cabinet forthwith, and I'd advise you to do the same! Seriously good poem, which rather stands out from some of the more seriously Gothic entries in this wee competition. You can have the gold from me, at any rate. Slainthe!

    By the way, do you know this poem from W.H, Auden?

    http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15551


  • pania gold member
    July 3

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    Wonderful.

    This is real poetry, a strong response to the prompt picture? Or an incisively honest assessment of the state of a poet's soul?

    The imagery presented is chilling in its power to evoke response from me. As if you had dreamed my dreams. The bottle could be either the vehicle used to reach this world of dreams, or the repository of unexamined thoughts, stuffed away in fear. Very well done.

  • Bob Fox
    July 3

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    Bill

    Nothing like a good fantasy or a great pair of legs. Our thoughts and desires often come from out of a bottle. Depends on what is in it I think. Enjoy my friend

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