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BAIT, 1986

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BAIT, 1986


He believes I am nude         

                                under him

because porcelain skin
has been stippled by      
the coarse, the terse 
the masculine

new lipstick smeared             
perfume chased 
by crude moves
best dress , a silk puddle                

                                in the corner
pretty lace — 

                                 torn

the sheets ripple as hips     
fish.rapidly.wanting.only.the.catch, 
                   
                                 and release


There was a conversation 
we were meant to have
that I now hold with myself
of Northern lights 
over Muskoka skies,
a café I just found with jazzy chairs,
that silent flick festival next week,
the history of the pendant I wear,
books, music

Small talk, mind wandering 
as he
                                     
                                     casts 

                                     again
          
                                     again.again.again.again,


roughly, blindly
triumphant,                 
                                      the big man
                     
                     
There will be no other date
my choice, not his
for he believes I am nude 

                                       under him
But I am 
wrapped in a delicate encasement 
of invisible gold,
Aphrodite’s magic veil,
a garment of indestructible gossamer, 
and this sheer rapture
                                   
                                        a fool will never penetrate.





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  1. Date: 5/12/2015 2:51:00 PM
    This is beautiful. I have also written poems about my own assault. It's like Jung said, when we write something down it is no longer part of us- rather, an entity all on its own. The best way to fight back is ALWAYS to speak up and give a voice and hope to the survivors too scared to come to the surface. We write for them more than ourselves.

  1. Date: 6/7/2013 2:55:00 PM
    Honestly I've never seen someone write like you.You have a unique style my friend.

  1. Date: 6/7/2013 2:49:00 PM
    Yup yup, I see what you mean, hmm, the spacing doesn't add to the tension, I don't care for it, jagged and irregular spacing would be more on topic? line 1 [naked] is much more visceral, hmmm you are the fish/ the bait in HIS mind...oh how I hate men who use this reference! GAh! http://www.azgfd.gov/h_f/fishing_glossary.shtml

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    Date: 6/7/2013 2:49:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    throw in some real fishing terms hon, I'd like to see you make it clear..you were the one that got away and when he left he was still a hungry loser. Okies I'll stop ranting. SMOOCH Light & Love
  1. Date: 6/5/2013 7:48:00 PM
    I rather like this unique style of poetry Cyndi, well done xxx