and a woe me wildly
, wind me withershins
aroused — around
this ink-dark night.
My dear, let’s
our wounds a little bit
— before this dream
on the darker edge
Lillian hosts the Quadrille today at dVerse and the word is wound. I wonder why I always end up writing about passion on Mondays.
May 17, 2020
This is exquisitely drawn, Bjorn! I can feel the dark passion especially in these lines; “let’s dance, be waves (let’s misbehave) and bleed our wounds a little bit releasing steam.” 💝💝
Let passion play!
I love that whole second stanza Bjorn. Yours is on the darker edge of passion.
The darker edge of love perhaps? A sense of pleasure being close to pain here. Sensuous and effective!
Lovely use of alliteration in your quadrille, Björn, and I love the phrases ‘ink-dark night’ and ‘darker edge of dawn’.
Sensuous….a juxtapositioning of pain and love. Very sensuous indeed.
I like how you broke off that last stanza. It manifests the stark loneliness of what’s left in the harsh light of dawn 😦
Perfect duet you chose. These two voices were meant to be together — if only for a song…. Knowing Graham’s story makes it all the sadder.
Indeed… I do like this version a lot better than the Nazareth version.
It’s funny that you asked why you always right about passion on Mondays–and I thought you might go this way.
A darker side of love, and the song is perfect.
i do love your dark passion poems. thanks again for another beutiful piece.
Well done Bjorn. I like the idea of bleeding our wounds and releasing them…
👏 Björn 👏
Nice one, luv the image you teamed up
Really sensual line–let’s be waves. And I love all that can imply in terms of brevity, enjoyment and just a casual fun time. Enjoyed very much.
Nice winding your way between the theme without wounding yourself and coming unwound.
The Hofmann art is luscious …. as is your lusty poem.
Did you write “woe me” instead of “woo me” on purpose? If so, that’s genius! 😀
Indeed, love hurts…sometimes we choose to be wound and wounded.
Tantalizing alliterations. You wound it all up beautifully.
“woe me wildly
, wind me withershins”
Oh the ending is exquisite!
An enchanting poem.
I enjoyed the freedom of the rhymes and alliteration in this. And the ending – all those dark d’s.
Oh how i love well done alliterations! But it’s the closing that lingers with me.
“before this dream
on the darker edge
Intensity and release. Wonderful.
Ah, we all must face the darker edge of dawn
There’s a dark intensity to this I enjoy. Sensuous and sensual all the same, with a cruel allure that reminds me of the passion that drives hot blood. Delightful stuff, tingling the tongue.
Such deep sadness in that last stanza. And a sense of escaping impending doom in the first two: like all there is to live for are those stolen moments of passion: quick let’s enjoy this before it’s gone. 😢
Unbelievable, adoring romantic.
Those were extraordinary words
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