My darling you came closer, puzzled me
in ambergris and sandalwood,
nudged me darkly with your scent and
dyed me crimson in your scarlet words
you were the lighthouse. sending me
oarless far at sea, hopefully adrift
until I’m stranded, duped and moored, alone
repulsed, enlightened, a prisoner set free.
You, my temptress, you my Waterloo
stole from me, forever and tomorrow
betrayed, and crushed my dreams between
your smile and never– leaving me this bomb
to wait alone, stuck in blancmange and tofu
to hope in vain that time can cure necrosis
while you make up your mind to bless
me maybe with a letter saying, hi
my friend, I’m coming home again,
or maybe never nothing or worse
a note that says you’re dead, So thanks,
Goodbye my dear, I’m stronger now, victorious.
Yves Tanguy
Today we Lilian puzzle us with a prompt at dVerse to write about puzzles or do acrostic poetry. We are encouraged to try to do one where the first stanza use the first letter and the second stanza the last letters. This is the hidden message of my (fiction) poem.
August 24, 2021
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I got it Bjorn, smiles. Amazing choice of words specially in the second stanza to make the form work:
your smile and never– leaving me this bomb
to wait alone, stuck in blancmange and tofu
Love the imagery, the color, the title….and most certainly the hidden message is well deserved!
ok i will! but before i do i would to say that i enjoyed the imagery here a lot.
Your poem has a definite siren song timbre to it. I’m glad you found your way back to a safe shore after putting in the earplugs. Really well-written!
So very clever, an excellent piece beyond the acrostic. Your message is sage, but often difficult to deliver with candor.
This is absolutely stunning, Bjorn! Wonderful, wonderful execution of the form, I love; “dyed me crimson in your scarlet words you were the lighthouse. sending me oarless far at sea.” Wowww! 💝💝
Wow, so many layers here! At first, I feel like I’m being wooed and then it turns into a gently unfolding nightmare! Love it 🙂 My favourite lines:
“until I’m stranded, duped and moored”
“stuck in blancmange and tofu”
“Goodbye my dear, I’m stronger now, victorious.”
a very clever message set within a rather poignant love encounter that went horridly wrong!
I cannot mind my own business…your poem scares me with too many “s”!
“time can cure necrosis.”
So stunning and stirring!
Isn’t it strange what true victory proves itself to be? Love this poem!!
Sure, will. Can’t get the image of “to wait alone, stuck in blancmange and tofu” out of my mind.
Message received loud and clear … my Vampire loved your poem too.
She’s certainly been well rebuffed … and in great poetic fashion!
Great advice less we get unnecessarily entangled in bothersome personal matters of others. MYOB it is!
Hank
How did you even pull the business off!!! really genius, Bjorn. and the emotion of this line. woah:
while you make up your mind to bless
me
Your closing line cinches it. Wise move. And your acrostic is the perfect kiss-off.