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Succubus

Posted by WilkyBarKid on June 23, 2008 - 12:47
from the ABC set 2008

Boredom is a succubus, turned to stone,
crushing the breath from my breast. Kisses smooth
as granite, gentle as bone, draining my
dreams of their zest. Passion was an angel's
sword, wreathed in fire, burning my heart. I am
blessed to bear stigmata: A crown of barbed
wire could not leave a scar more clear than when
love's fresh wounds became infected. The war
in heaven, I fear, caused more than devils
to be ejected from god's light into
the drear and dreadful punishment of day
to day existence. There is no hell but
what I build on earth. And when I pray, some
insist I might as well talk to myself.
What use is life without some blind faith? One
final knell and all is black whispers, though
I should shout: Boredom be damned! Come, waken
the statues and revive the forsaken.

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Comments

Dynamaso | June 24, 2008 - 07:17

This has some very powerful images in it.

'A crown of barbed
wire could not leave a scar more clear than when
love's fresh wounds became infected.'

Unpleasant, sure, but very well put too. I really enjoyed this.

jennifer | June 25, 2008 - 11:44

Love this image/line:

'Kisses smooth
as granite, gentle as bone,'

One thing - God should have a capital, even if you take him/her/it on blind faith alone...

WilkyBarKid | June 25, 2008 - 12:27

Well, if I should say God then you should say Him/Her/It...

But this is not a poem about religion. It's a lurve poem that employs religious imagery as its central conceit.

When love goes wrong it is a 'war in heaven' and its aftermath is a 'hell... I build on earth'.

My blind faith is in the small gods that deliver us from day to day existence.

jennifer | June 26, 2008 - 07:12

Good point. My capitalisation skills are sadly lacking. I think I'm catching the problem from my students....