You’re banned from these, my shores, sweet bastard
if you ever dare again, to snake your way into my bed
I’ll pierce you, have you nailed, harpooned, and leave
your corpse for ravens, let your bones be picked, your
heart of stone be sealed and sunk at sea. I let myself
be lulled that once, but I’ve learned to see the ilk in silk.
Come sweet bastard, came and let me crave the sips
of words, let me taste, come let me eat your lying lips
Caroline Knopf Crop
Linked to Magpie Tales
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January 7, 2016
Björn Rudbergs writings 
You get him, young lady! This is great, Bjorn!
Huge grins for this. But threats like that might make some readers want to come closer. 😉
This is my favorite part, with all that “s” alliteration: “your
heart of stone be sealed and sunk at sea. I let myself”
Oh, and the line before the last has a past-tense verb (“came”) that can only be correct if it’s twisted into its present-tense form (“come”).
What a fun poem. I think you should write as a woman more often. It will stretch you.
Conjured up images of primtive people, cannibals maybe.
Yikes!
Fearsome–unforgiving–understandable. Well done! (Admit I have a softer heart.)
Ha – I think she is a bit mad and just might know how to use that harpoon
She is not messing around….the ‘sweet bastard’ better stay far, far away, if he knows what’s good for him 😛
Never mess with Lagertha !
oh, this is a dark one 🙂
Wow. So strong and brave.
Wow. Now that is the reaction of a strong woman scorned. I have no doubt she’d carry out her threats.
Ahab’s anima? That he transposed onto the whale? The enemy within?
What an interesting perspective… That’s really something one should write.. I didn’t think of it that far.
Couldn’t help make the association: the pretty petticoat underneath the jacket, the harpoon etc … Was wondering if the whale was perhaps a female but checked and apparently not. Will have to reread Moby Dick. A splendid book.
That’s a very angry lady!
Not a title I could easily ignore! Your dramatic monologue conveys the anger, betrayal and hurt exceptionally well.
Have to say I was inspired by this: http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poems/havisham
Ha! Nothing truer than the scorn of the lady the blackguard’s left behind. Back in my Ren Fest days I sang the ballad ‘Rosemary Lane’ about a young scullery maid seduced by one such as you describe above. However, I like your woman’s take better than the poor maid’s acquiescence to her fate!
very imaginative, lines entrapped me, yes.
This is very cool!
A female Ahab then. As the protagonist in Havisham said: it’s not only hearts that break. Hoo boy! Thanks for the link.
It’s quite a think to read two poems in a row about the same subject by different poets. Look at this:https://nikkiskies.wordpress.com/2016/02/08/a-time-to-celibate/
Wow – no gray area, here! Well written!
She definitely learned a hard lesson!
Sweet mother, she sounds likeshe would make sweet love to him, them stab him as soon as he climax.
Now that’s the way to deal with the ex! Love it, Bjorn.
Wow, that’s telling ’em!
Sounds like she’s got his number.
😉
But Bjorn, tells us how she REALLY feels! A wonderful diatribe.
Is that spear a ten foot pole? That’s at least how far I’d stay away.
Giggle…I can relate…
that kind of anger … well, obviously she didn’t always feel this way. Well done!
Her rage is so vivid. Only a great love can root fury that burns that hot. He better stay away, or else.
I like your kick-ass mighty maiden.
let me crave the sips
of words, let me taste,
come let me eat your lying lips
She certainly is in no mood for anything less. She’ll readily use the harpoon. Penetrating take Bjorn!
Hank
Ah, the ilk in silk! Watch out.
Ha, I would guess he deserves whatever he gets!
Oh my…she sets him in his place. Be wary of a woman who has figured out the sum of a deceitful man.
Ah that’s strong.. Awesome weave Bjorn! 🙂
intense !
Is this an old girlfriend of yours? Lol!
I love, the ilk in silk.