The antecedent to the whisper that roared onto her countenance:
peanut butter and jelly sandwich cut corner to corner symmetry,
in nothing else but herself
Fantasy possessed by imagination,
a wild eroticism that filled the edifice with blood,
took her to bed like a lion in her husbands clothes
And where is her Bundle of Myrrh,
her Cluster of Camphire,
her Rose of Sharon,
her Lilly of the Valleys?
It is the rot in Saturn’s throat and the legion in his mouth
When we hold angels hostage to ancient libidos,
we play the role of the rapist,
the Maximilien Robespierre of life incipient
Author notes
Fat Cat Blues
A contest entry
- my first contest! [contemporary] by ItaloEtkin.
550 points, ended March 2, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - HEY! ENTER THIS! SO MANY PROMPTS!!!!!!!!! by Heroesrox.
950 points, ended March 1, 26 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
the devil is in my Castlevania III cartridge
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I like the whole devil-castlevania thing! lol
Truly a great piece! The title was very intuitive and inventive! Thanks so much for entering this into my contest! Good luck to you!
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And where is her Bundle of Myrrh,
her Cluster of Camphire,
her Rose of Sharon,
her Lilly of the Valleys?
It is the rot in Saturn’s throat and the legion in his mouth
When we hold angels hostage to ancient libidos,
we play the role of the rapist,
the Maximilien Robespierre of life incipient
my favorite part...
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very, very, clever name...
engaging...
and as far as content, very interesting, vivid in detail...
good job here.
good luck in the contest -
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Thank ye. I'm glad you enjoyed it
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that's...exciting. very vivid.
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