Fire From
a Different Sun
The challenge from 'imaginary garden with real toads' was to write a poem about a fire that
doesn’t come from flames or the sun.
A Poem of Clichés
His smouldering
eyes looked deep into hers
And her breath came
swiftly and fierce,
An inferno of lust flared
from his touch
Until her heart
pulsed in her ears.
The heat of the
moment was all she felt,
The fervour, the
passion, the need,
But later the
memory scorched her with shame –
Her name blackened
by the deed.
Seared and
dishonoured she took the veil
Nevermore to show
her face,
Incandescence of
ardour soon forgot
As she bowed her
head in disgrace.
You tell a great story with your clichés... I also loved your picture story about the dogs and their bedding.
ReplyDeleteLove it.. Somehow I think it can have been found by doing blackout poetry from a Harlequin novel...
ReplyDeleteVery clever take on the theme Janice. Well done!
ReplyDeleteOh my. And he of course was not dishonoured.
ReplyDeletePowerful, poignant and too often true.
Delight and guilt are faces of the same coin. To love with no shame -- that's holy, or profane.
ReplyDeleteOh my...Lust has a price. Powerful depiction of how a moment's passion can turn a life inside out.
ReplyDeleteOh my...Lust has a price. Powerful depiction of how a moment's passion can turn a life inside out.
ReplyDeleteHi Janice - what a mesmerising poem to read ... sad, but so true ... cheers Hilary
ReplyDeleteThis says so much. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteWell done! This passion obviously had a price.
ReplyDeleteSuperb
ReplyDeleteThe fire of ardour is intense.
ReplyDeleteCliches are much maligned - they can be such fun to work with! Well done for packing so many in!
ReplyDeleteClever and well put together piece.
ReplyDelete...oh the Scarlet Letter! My daughter just had to read that for school... Well done.
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