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Black Hole Love

Your Rain was tears on my window pane -
the first poem of yours I had seen -
pain-drops spattered a snow-blank expanse,
grief-blue with regret and what should have been.
I thought mediocre. Bad omen for you.
You who attempted to pour the blue,
to quench the amber arid air
and quell the mithering mistral.
I needed that oasis: sea spray words
to drown a desert of parched poetics.

Hints at a darkness beneath. Hieroglyphic glints.
A calligraphic trance-dance of pen.
I was struck by that and, later,
struck by so much more.
Black dagger words. Your chirography
slash-slanting, stabbing the page like little knives -
transfixing, somebody said. Trance-fixing.
I was entranced by you.

You gave me an art-effigy: your failed book
that bled its heart in pink and red and shed
the blood gobbets of brutalised childhood.
I saw: Pictures of Silence crying for blue,
weeping for water, and demanding more
water-pour from every pore.

Just months before, the future fanned out in mystical tarot
predicting long-distance love: the tower tumbling, and the chariot
hauling two hundred miles across country, coast to coast.
We were falling through a chasm of long-distance words,
falling in love, and both of us knew.

Passion so intense it made each finger a flame
as we sweated fever-beads in a burning bed
in a sizzle-tangle of gold thread bedspread
in a room that cracked like kindling.

I understood little of your Beds Are Burning
but heard its furnace-roar of trauma
as you recoiled from wound-raw red
and reached for Aquarian blue-cool,
the page giving voice to the child
who had no voice, no choice; words
bursting to blaze in our flamery.

Court Green evergreen,
grieving under thatch,
and the slatted sun
warming moss-skin on old corpse walls;
the mouths of corpses suckling dark roots
in earth heavy and thick with omen.
You were away God-knew-where
while I sweltered in the burning bronze
of hot North Tawton sun, and sweated
over stagnant, stilted stanzas.

That end-of-summer was stagnant.
A thick silage pall shrouding land
and the spilled puce guts
of blackberries rotting sadly in hedgerows.
We floundered and foundered, deaf ears
tuned to your father's coffin-creak,
blind eyes turned to the gothic yew
rising and presiding, its spire stabbing sky.

Too many battles fought for too long -
both the blood-scrapping external ones
and the even bloodier internal ones.
Language shards lodged in shrapnel sentences
when words were all that remained
like blood spots on the floor: poetry's stigmata,
hot clots of our heated exchange,
gunshots in a word-war
where there could be no victor -
just us, together-apart
and alone with our heart-art.

Copyright © Charlotte Puddifoot | Year Posted 2025

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Date: 7/28/2025 8:05:00 PM

Congrats I see are in order, but of course you won, who else writes like you Charlotte? No one I dare say! Exquisite writing!
Date: 7/27/2025 5:23:00 AM

After dragging myself out of the gutter over the title, which drew me in for the wrong reasons. I must admit, I like relationships that mirror railroad tracks. They go on and on but never truly meet, and maybe that is how it should be. Love in itself is truly tragic, but would you change it? Probably not. Also, congrats on being recognised. I like that little cup, gives the write prestige.
Date: 7/20/2025 8:40:00 AM

Dear Charlotte, there's so many rich and delicious word choices, combos and poetic phrases star-studding your stunning poem from start to finish! Of course the content is compelling, intriguing and expressed with your trademark artistry that captivates my attention, my imagination and my commiseration with the exquisite pain and expression of your romantic saga, ultimately to find yourselves "together-apart and alone with our heart-art". A potent and poignant finale! But then, the entire poem is powerful, "Passion so intense it made each finger a flame" - wow! I love the intensity and the delicacy of that image. Congratulations for your gold trophy win in Tom's contest. A worthy winner indeed! Warmest wishes, my poet friend.. ~Susan
Date: 7/20/2025 5:29:00 AM

So much emotion and outpouring of emotions between your lines Charlotte. Essential reading that demands at least two or three readings as with most of your work. "slash-slanting, stabbing the page like little knives" could well describe your own entrancing style. You are able to show what you tell with such intense imagery. Ted and Sylvia would approve. Cheers - Gary
Date: 7/19/2025 1:52:00 PM

Language shards explode throughout and myriad damage devastates….POTfD no doubt, but so much more….2 or 6 readings won’t be enough, Pearl. ;-/
Date: 7/19/2025 11:30:00 AM

- A little late... but, better late than never as they say... congratulations on your p.o.t.d., Charlotte :) - hugs
Date: 7/18/2025 3:50:00 PM

Wow. Poetry at its best. I was intrigued the whole way through. Congratulations. And as always, thanks for sharing yourself.
Date: 7/18/2025 3:29:00 PM

mithering mistral… gunshots in a word-war… and the spilled puce guts of blackberries rotting sadly in hedgerows... Congrats on POTD! Great and emotive poetry
Date: 7/18/2025 11:41:00 AM

Your emotions were of discomfort and sadness, intense moments of love and passion, followed by heartbreak and separation. A world turned up-side down, indeed. No one deserves to go through anything like this. Congratulations Charlotte on your win and on receiving Poem of the Day. My best to you. Hugs, Brandy
Date: 7/18/2025 6:48:00 AM

Wow! Many congrats on your POTD! :)
Date: 7/18/2025 5:40:00 AM

Dear Charlotte, as I read I thought how ordinary first impressions unravel into storms, your voice pouring water over dry silences, your ink burning with trauma and truth. Across intimacy and beauty rise from sweat, gold-thread beds, and battles fought in both word and silence. Charolotte what a testament to scars and stars, to surviving, witnessing, and being seen. Congrats on POTD! Summer Blessings, My Dear Charlotte, Daniel
Date: 7/18/2025 4:30:00 AM

So nice to see your poetry honored for a change. Doubly so I suppose. Enjoy your special day
Date: 7/18/2025 4:21:00 AM

“Hints at a darkness beneath. Hieroglyphic glints. A calligraphic trance-dance of pen. I was struck by that and, later, struck by so much more. Black dagger words. Your chirography slash-slanting, stabbing the page like little knives - transfixing, somebody said. Trance-fixing. I was entranced by you” Was engaged with such wonderful phrases. Enjoyed the colorful language sprinkled with alliteration and passion! Congratulations on your potd!
Date: 7/18/2025 4:16:00 AM

There's been an outpour of good poetry of late, but this most deserving POTD has fulfilled the void in me today that only great poetry fulfills. I'm a true blue believer once again Q: was this tucked away in your heart for a time? seems like it~ Congratulations on both wins Charlotte!
Date: 7/18/2025 4:06:00 AM

exquisite! Congrats on POTD!
Date: 7/18/2025 3:59:00 AM

Congratulations Charolotte,on two counts on your first place win on an incredible write and also POTD. So well deserved...Maria
Date: 7/18/2025 3:58:00 AM

Wow, Charlotte...this is a "hunk of burning love" for sure. Grief, passion, memory, and artistry spread like wildfire in ink. Compelling. Very nice.
Date: 7/18/2025 3:32:00 AM

Charlotte, congratulations on POTD.
Date: 7/18/2025 1:43:00 AM

Congratulations on having received poem of the day Charlotte… Beryl
Date: 7/17/2025 12:27:00 PM

Oh, wow, Charlotte. This really bleeds - people would give their life for the connecting of their Summers, ....no end? Beautiful as always, :)
Date: 7/17/2025 10:18:00 AM

Wow. Faving and rereading many times to catch each nuance. Brilliant writing. Congratulations on your deserved win! Xo
Date: 7/16/2025 9:36:00 PM

Beautiful expression of learning about the threshing field of Love, Charlotte. Congratulations, well done. I trust this topic offered a release. X
Date: 7/16/2025 4:59:00 PM

Good golly Charlotte you knew that I was looking for a flameout and your tale of two poets who burn then fizzle into nothingness was just what the doctor ordered. You really poured yourself into this one. Thanks so much for supporting this unusual themed contest

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