The rites of you, my demimonde
is like a shining candle
for my gray asylum walls
there are oranges in your voice
and in your gait the lure of Africa
with you – I am but putty to my wanton needs
despite my age – with you – reborn a teen
but I fail to see transgression here, my dear
the grand disgrace my neighbor claims
on your fingers – diamonds
and swelling bosom paid by me
I feed myself – on you
on you – my smiling demimonde
Cora Pearl (from Wikimedia commons)
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Linked to Sunday Whirl
August 17, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
You go for it Bjorn, while you have the chance!
Bjorn, Very romantic piece. Very descriptive, and a good photo to accompany it. 🙂 —Susan
Cora Pearl seem to have been an interesting woman.
“the lure of Africa” in her gait…..I love this imagery 🙂
I like the way you’ve made a romantic story of these words. It flows beautifully. “my neighbour claimS”? (singular for neighbour, unless I have misread the meaning)
ahh.. I wonder if I should have written neighbors — anyhow there has to be an s somewhere.. (my Achilles’ heel)
we all have ’em (Achilles heels) Mine is metaphor.
lovely …. like the romantic twist of your poem and a meaning of demimonde I understand 😉
With these words ‘there are oranges in your voice/ and in your gait the lure of Africa’ I knew there was no hope for your narrator. He has lost his heart for good and ill. Lovely pacing/ racing in the second stanza
ah you have the words to certainly woo her…ha…
oranges in your voice is a cool description
This line is exquisite:
there are oranges in your voice
and in your gait the lure of Africa
Such sweet oranges. Delightful.
Bjorn, I too like: there are oranges in your voice. Sensory. Well done.
Pamela
The Sunday Whirl seems to have disappeared but thanks to its Facebook page I’ve found this weeks’ words. As a temporary measure I’ve put them up on my site along with a Mister Linky thingy-dingy should you wish to participate. It’s all at
http://www.keithsramblings.blogspot.co.uk/2014/08/once-upon-happier-time.html
Spread the word brothers and sisters!
How deliciously romantic, B. Love it!