Saturday, 7 February 2015

Eve's Discourse


Venus Verticordia by Dante Gabriel Rosetti

Tonight, I'll draw my spear
& pierce your snow-veiled skin
with fire
with fever

Why are you hiding from me
Like moon last night
Blurring, dissolving quick as smoke

Time has a long memory
when the world is a silhouette grey
with ice
with sleet

Come back with your storm
& unpredictable rain
your swagger
your tempest of metal & light

I will gamble
That our kisses will return
like a fresh sword
like a flaring spell of first day of spring

Your words
will salt my bland food
spice & flavor
my music and canvas 
crisp, textured with hundred nuances

Touch my body like a potter's hands
tempting 
every grain & freckle 
to red
I will open as white flower 
with poison seeds
with savage heart

Come back to me, come back, *
penetrate me with lightening,
Bend me to your will.
We'll turn the record player on forever.
Bring me that unfaithful nape of your neck,
the blow of your stone.
Show me I haven't died,
my love, and I promise you the apple.


*Title and Last stanza by Cuban poet, Carilda Olivar Labra

Posted for:   Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - We are writing to the work by Carilda Olivar Labra
Shared with Poets United - Thanks for the visit ~

47 comments:

  1. Your poem is filled with the beauty of passion; the sensory imagery is perfectly realized. I always enjoy the poems you write in this style.

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  2. Gorgeous, so many sensual lifts in between lines of pain. I love these lines:

    "Touch my body like a potter's hands
    tempting
    every grain & freckle
    to red
    I will open as white flower
    with poison seeds
    with savage heart"

    I think I am blushing~
    Thank you, Grace for sharing, Carilda Olivar Labra's voice. I had not heard of her~
    Wow

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    1. I am glad to read that you are blushing :-)

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    2. This is sensuous and like you said it 'textured with hundred nuances' to the core. Love it.

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  3. your words will salt my words/my life...
    love that...bringing out the flavors, but not overpowering them....
    also the touching like potters hands...nice intimacy....

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  4. I love how you go to that grey and bland to the burning and passionate.. I think to divide it up in the poles rather than let it become tepid was so apparent in that piece .. very well done.

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  5. Well done.

    Thanks for visiting.

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  6. I can see how Labra enthralls your work, Grace -- dark mojo in body's "discourse," whiffs of Santeria in the intercourse, there in the deep end of the pool, the dangerous part of the woods: It's what lovers desire most and are most afraid of, fer sure. There's invocation and incantation here, Eve offering the apple with her snake hand. Witchy brew, delightful stuff. And there's a certain courage in offering it here so nakedly. Eve, as mother of creation, in such possession of herself.

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    1. Her words are bewitching & passionate ~ Thank you for the lovely comment Brendan ~

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  7. A touch can do so much, bringing forth a lot. Making things rather steamy and hot

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  8. Love your opening ...the snow-veiled skin and the words as salt...so many poignant pieces in this beautiful work, Grace! Thank you for the challenge!

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  9. Hey Grace--wonderful sensual poem--I don't honestly think you need her last stanza, as you have your own thing going here! Thanks and thanks or the great challenge--I especially liked the freckles reddening! K. (http://manicddaily.wordpress.com)

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    1. Thanks Karin for the suggestion on the ending ~ I will leave it for a bit but will revisit for editing further ~

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  10. You've really captured the voice, Grace!

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  11. I feel the imploring in this poem, Grace. And time does have a long memory indeed...sometimes too long (smiles). Have a good Sunday, Grace.

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  12. This is brilliant. Especially these lines:

    Your words
    will salt my bland food
    spice & flavor
    my music and canvas
    crisp, textured with hundred nuances

    Loved this.

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  13. there's both in this...the intense longing and the danger that comes with it...the yearning for trust and for being seen.... the key part for me is...Show me I haven't died.... i totally get this

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  14. Beautiful and sensuous and dangerous.

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  15. What a wonderful cry into the night...i believe we need an element of danger to know that we are alive..to ourselves..and others..so much tantalising imagery..rich as the first apple to fall from that tree

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  16. I found the opening brilliant, Grace. Once the snow-veiled skin is pierced fire and passion can find a way to be expressed. A very sensual poem!

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  17. so much depth... a feeling of being a bit torn

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  18. So playful poem, with promising the prize - an apple :)....I esp. love 'Touch my body like a potter's hands' phrase - such evocative image...

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  19. The potter's hands reference is wonderful.

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  20. But if it is one time only? Oh sadness, oh tragedy! Wonderful, Grace, it adds dangerous swords to your always passion.

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  21. WOW! This is brilliant and beautiful! Powerful stuff!

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  22. You captured the style and passion of Labra in your sensuous words ~ sounds like a bit dangerous love that can exalt and sting as well.

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  23. come back with your storm....

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  24. Gorgeous! Passionate and evocative--really a great job!

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  25. The imagery you've evoked here is so very powerful and colorful...I especially love, "tempting every grain & freckle to red"---wow!!

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  26. passionate, sensuous, lyrical
    and - yes - dangerous

    namaste
    jzb

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  27. Her wonderful poetry inspired an equally wonderful one of yours! (As I was saying to Bjorn, having been led to the Toads post from his poem, I really must get over there more often, and perhaps participate.)

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  28. "I will open as white flower  / with poison seeds / with savage heart"---i like this part a lot, Grace. There's both tenderness & strength growing in between these lines. I haven't heard of Carilda before but her works sounds so interesting. I'll search for her. Smiles.

    - ksm

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  29. The best invitation I could imagine, even better, Grace. Just plain lovely, it gives me shivers. If the "he" (??) didn't say yes, act yes, and take cue then "he" (??) isn't the normal "he" (??). (I think this would work same sex also, especially female.)
    It's very appropriate for a Valentine also, I would love to get one with this message. !!!

    I'm probably not writing, still. My sister is in town from Iowa.
    ..

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  30. Such intimacy here in your words...

    'I will gamble
    That our kisses will return
    like a fresh sword
    like a flaring spell of first day of spring'

    Donna@LivingFromHappiness

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  31. I don't often think of Eve as passionate… and of course, this is also symbolism for every woman - but I like pondering both! A beautiful, evocative write! Thank your for introducing this poet - her writing is SO different from mine- I took one tiny line - but I really enjoyed reading her poetry - she seemed ahead of her time.

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  32. Eve in the Garden surrounded by the many layers of love, the tempest full of passion who ultimately falls as she spears that apple to taste it's flesh. I really liked the opening as it sets the tone. The fires of passion can be dangerous and beautiful.

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  33. This one is full of deep sensuality, love, and longing. Beautiful descriptions of the deep cravings that only deep love can bring.

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  34. Very strong poetic statement. Great write for the inspiration.

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  35. Deep and punchy....beautiful Grace!!

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  36. Very steamy, romantic, sexy. I love how you weave this to the last stanza. Enjoyed reading this Grace.

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  37. If they don't come back, they ain't living anymore :)

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  38. Wonderful in putting good feelings interspersed with the adverse feel. It makes a balanced feel more pronounced. Wonderful lines Grace!

    Hank

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  39. Deeply passionately drawn, Grace. I think you made a wonderful response to her original piece.

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  40. This is beautiful...I especially love "Come back with your storm & unpredictable rain
    your swagger your tempest of metal & light"

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  41. Labra is unapologetically passionate, and you stand in good company ~

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