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when donned the mask
the transformation
smoulders forth the other
the fantasy
on wings of dreams
she is she
and too
the other
unleashed at light of passion’s moon
manifest at your request
sustained this night
at her delight
she is your isis
she is your venus
she is your every longing loosed
she brings everything in life you miss
bestowed with aphrodite’s kiss
but as you burn you should know this
beneath the mask waits a dark abyss
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rob kistner © 2011
• linked at Magpie Tales
I love the language and complexity here… and the ending is perfect!
Beautiful – the language has such a mythical ethereal feel to it.
Dark and sexy, like chocolate.
“She is your every longing loosed.” What a lovely line.
Well done for someone who haven’t written a poem for a month…
Nice take!
JJRod’z
Love all the passion … and energy!
Oh, I did enjoy this!
“Manifest at your request!” That’d make a great title for an album!! *ahem*
First let me say that when you
are under the weather, or just
absent, the flock of magpies
flies unbalanced, can’t hold up
a decent formation. Your poem
is lovely, dark, macabre, and
propels us to a place unknown.
Love the lines: /the fantasy/
on wings of dreams/ and you
tweak the interest with:
/she is she/and too/the other.
You made me smile Glenn, thank you… 🙂 Not a lot of smiles in my life as of late, but trying to re-fluff my feathers and get my wings about me…
like walking through melted dreams
very sultry very nice
Complex and energetic work. Thank you.
Rob,
Yes we need always be aware that something different lies behind the mask. But the risk is tantalizing.
rel
Blimey! 🙂
Hello …first…how are you doing? I have had kind of a bad month. Nothing serious…but…having said that its all serious I guess…anyways…..great poem…read it a coup^le of times…i dont like rating poems. these arent competitions….WORDS…with energy, passion an imagination flying to places known and unknown…then around and back again……take care my friend
I am doing better Wayne, thank you for asking – sorry to hear you had a rough month, hope things are looking up… the idea of looking at poetry as though it is a competitive undertaking, to be scored or ranked, is absurd — unless one considers full-contact free verse… 😉