Rodin so expresive
tactile & creative
in The Old Courtesan* en plein air
his 'intense truth' laid ' bare'
*Reserata Carcerem XLVII*
Whilom, sate taunted tortoise b' brook;
hoist'd hunger 'n haughty hoofs trod th' nooks
smothered stomach wrought foiled furrow -
sumptuous severity 'n grace glowed.
Thereupon eerie eyes espied;
bounty bowl ñ tide with salient sigh.
Apt acumen whispered t' him th' draw;
rustic rage rent b' pored passion's call.
Sewn strife b' haughty hurls was sore licked,
'n' wished h' th' tumbling tide would t' th' bowl spit,
but moist mirage choked worn wishes,
'til quethe sassy stream's lusty lips.
Anon, grew grousing nymph from waves,
wh' for bounty bowl (bruised brunch) had came.
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Note:
a) of ploughed plight.
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Whilom - Long ago
ii) Sate - sat
iii) Wrought - made
iv) Thereupon - then
v) Espied - saw
vi) Quethe - say
vii) Anon - Immediately
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) b' - by
ii) 'n - in
iii) ñ - on
iv) t' - to
v) 'n' - and
vi) h' - he
vii) th' - the
viii) 'til - the
ix) wh' - who
d) Poet's vocabulary.
i) Draw - content.
London,
I can taste the cherries
rich red ripe
aching
for a predictive bite
savoured with much more than spice
warm mouths connect
and erect
in communion
in faith
consuming the richness of fate
but alas
It is too far off
my patience reclines
supine
my breath wafts through the air
enplaned upon your scent
chained to your walls
forbade to move at all
but I must
musk mystifies the wild
the deep
the prowl
the forest lay dark
but I shine light on the macabre
sacrosanct as it shall be
I am the power to be
an elixir in the entails of lust
held cross'd the chalice
where your waters are my wine
I drunk
and you the alter of attention
I can taste the cherries
in your Puritan pulse
pulling
I wander about
the mountains, the glory
my chains become yours
the locks not really locks
keys forged in trust
the fires rage and rage
water droplets seduce your chest
I stand in awe
undressed
From F to A,
Stale
a begotten breeze
life begs and begins
her drain
of time
pile upon pile
unfiltered
polluting the helpless bog
weeds, weeding out the weeds
chocking out our roots
as we bend to the bust
in the hurt
release
release of the pain
perpetrated
and stolen
inside our dignity
derailed upon our destiny
ticketed on a train
straight to hell
that is not our train
nor our destiny
ours is in the eye of a lover
opalescent
beaming to ride
amongst the skies
wrapped up in asanawa
living in the need
tight is the bond
that binds our chapters
allowing us to breathe
here I sit reading your every word
waiting for time's release
when feelings on my skin
begin to burn
every letter, in your pretty name
Swings pendulate
swells and spills
mending then breaking
still, the salt stings
Your moon
clings to my window
and stares
As the Earth revolves around its dear Sun
So, too, do I revolve around my verse
I understand not why the only one
Who dares to read it wants to reimburse
What they previously put in their purse
As all that matters is easily found
In here, unless they wished to find my curse
Marvelous mutterings make their own sound
Upon the frostbitten, heatbitten ground
- Don’t tell me you can’t their breaking hearts
From lost revolvers, weighing but a pound
In the universal car’s broken parts
We are the oil, unwanted but we
Roam the stars for our immortality
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