Shadow and Light
Filed under: Deserving - August 10, 2008 @ 6:00 amI introduced a friend to my blog the other day. He saw the Flesh & Debris photo series.
Photos like these…
…inspired him to write this poem.
Shadow and Light
She seeks the shadows of the silent woods,
The trees her troop of steadfast sentinels,
To flee the sun that pierces through the clouds
And burns away the fragile mists of morn.Her friends, the animals, look on with dread
From trembling nests and chilly, hidden dens,
But none can offer her a safe escape
From what pursues her with a fierce desire.Again, again he strikes the shielding leaves
With flaming darts that set their tops ablaze;
Again, again he beats the bending boughs
With fists of fury and a spear of fire.She feels his longing as he rides aloft;
She feels his passion pouring down like rain;
She feels him crashing through the fallen brush;
She feels his scorching breath upon her neck…But then, within a pool of shade, she turns
And shows the racing fiend her timeless smile;
She catches him upon her glowing breast
And lays him, sleeping, in her waiting womb.
I read this poem and felt as though we slept together, and he’s all the way in Virginia. Am I that easy, or is the poem that good? I know we’ve got a crowd of poet critics here. I’m a dunce when it comes to poetry. I either like it or I don’t. And a lot of it I don’t even get.
But I get this one. Loud and clear.
August 10th, 2008 at 7:50 am
It seems to end abruptly, like a few verses were omitted. There’s a calling out for more from you, to hear of your seduction, of the depth of your power to turn hunter into prey.
August 10th, 2008 at 11:34 am
it’s good, and deep……………..
August 10th, 2008 at 11:35 am
“to turn hunter into prey” - and vice versa. These words subtly anthropomorphize desire itself. I don’t envision “the hunter” as being a separate entity when I read this. Rather I get the impression the hunter and prey are one in the same, desire both running from and embracing itself. Sexy.
August 10th, 2008 at 3:00 pm
What a quick way to end up on The List!
There are two kinds of poetry: One from the wordsmith artisan who crafts each verse to fit an ideal, rounding, working & polishing. The Second is from drawn from the right brain and the lower chakras and draws upon the archetypes of the subconscious and our collective mythology.
It’s all elemental and it of makes me think of Artemis/Diana because of the greenery, the hunt imagery and Beautiful’s Alabaster skin. It only falls apart when you realize that Artemis/Diana is an eternal Virgin. Though the poem does not speak of consummation because the hunter is “sleeping” in the waiting room
I’m going to have to go with very good poem speaking from the balls.
August 24th, 2008 at 11:40 am
I like you am something of a poetry dunce, but I like the imagery. I saw a wolf or something at first, then a dragon.
I’m also somewhat distracted by some young things beautiful nipples, pale skin and fantastic hips.
Hello TBK… I think you kind of know me but thought I’d introduce myself. I’m blueridgemariposa’s LMF. I’ve heard some lovely things about you
This is the first time I’ve gotten to really read your blog. Lots of great stuff, wish I had a few days to go back further then the beginning of the month.