W hen donned the mask
the transformation starts
when smoulders forth the other
fire and spark
so deep and dark
this fantasy on wings
of ardor’s dreams
she is your lovely
mistress le filou
she is she
yet she is too the other
fey deceiver
fiery lover
unleashed at light
of passion’s sterling moon
manifest at your request
sustained this night
at her delight
she is your freya
she too — your venus
this beauty is your deepest longing loosed
and you her jester
you her mindless lusting fool
she brings sweet things to life you sadly miss
bestowed with aphrodite’s molten kiss
but as you burn you likely should know this
beneath the mask awaits a strange abyss
*
rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: dVerse
WOW, This song by Santana & The Isley Bros is otherworldly sensual!
Scintillating story of that miss
much love…
Glad you liked Gillena! Much love 🙂
I dug this whole witchin’ piece, rob, and was totally blown away by the ABSOLUTELY PERFECT closing stanza!
Thank you my friend, I always appreciate your kind wisdom… 😉
Ah my mistress le filou, sneaking into poetry like that! Stunning, very nicely done, and a crescendo of a last stanza…really liked the style in which this was done..
Thank you Ain! It’s my “crazy quilt” approach to my poetry. If it is feelin’ right stay with the flow. I have written enough poetry and lyric over the years, that I have absorbed rules and techniques that I likely can’t name formally. And that is partly because I am not strongly drawn to specific rule or form — unless I am designing some “thing” for the material world, like a cabinet. All the many years I sang, I frequently improvised both melody and often lyrics. If it wasn’t off key or sounding like gibberish — I went with it. Making people feel was my real focus my friend — whether singing, or writing poetry/lyrics.
And that’s just the way it happens, a true enchantment where you’re left as an empty husk in a ditch. Been a long time since hearing that Eagles song. It’s always been one of my favorites of theirs. “She held me spellbound in the night…”
Infatuation can be a loaded gun my friend. Some great lyric in that one Lisa.
I was wondering what you would come up with for this? You never seem to disappoint. One has to watch those magical spells.
Great song choice….
Thank you True, always appreciate your kind words my friend.
Who could fail to be mesmerised by such charms, Rob! Wonderful work!
Thank you Ingrid! I wanted to set a sizzlin’ iambic pentameter to close out this witchy piece!
I love these lines, Rob!
-David
Thank you David, she is a very magical woman, a gypsy woman with gypsy eyes!
Writing to your own rhythm. Yep. I’m in that club!! I enjoy some formats, but the iambic pentameter takes me into full stop. I’m far too impatient to try to bend my thoughts into feet and iambs!
I understand Bev. I don’t mind iambic pentameter, iI finished this piece in IP, as was the request by Ingrid in her prompt — and it felt like the perfect meter for the ending. I have also written villanelles, but that is not what moved me for this piece, nor were we prompted to write a big “V”. So my friend, you and I approach poetry with a similar mindset. I like that we do! 🙂
A wonderful lady to put a spell on you… love what you did
Thank you Bjorn, very much. 🙂
Stunning work, Rob, and great song choices too!
Thank you Punam… 🙂
The dangers of love…
Ah yes Kerfe, but the magic of love is supreme! 🙂
What an entertaining poem!! “she is she yet she is too the other” ~ fun to try from time to time, I believe. Cheers!
Thank you Helen, and yes it is fun, and I believe healthy, to delve into personas — from time to time… IMHO… 🙂
Great fusion of your own personal magical style with the formal meter in the last stanza. (No mistaking that guitar in ‘Gypsy Woman’ . I think I might dig out my Santana tonight!).
Thank you Marion! 🙂 Carlos is a magician with a guitar, and he gets more wizardly with each year!
Magical, witchy woman! Great rhythm to your poem.
Thank you Merril! I appreciate your kind words. I think the drive of iambic pentameter, used for effect, is strong and supports well the open iambic of the piece.
And no matter what, you wouldn’t have it any other way, nor would I.
We are all fools for love…