I will not stay tonight

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from the ABC set Some kind of poetry

Sodium vapour backlights the curtains
Casting your eyes into shadows,
The curve of your shoulder in bas- relief.
The murmur of traffic competes with the rushing
of your blood in my ear, pressed against you.

Quietly, your whispers come,
An irresistible force, a vortex,
Emotional gravity, holding me here.
I try to protest, but...
My lips catch your skin, I taste you,
I know I am losing the fight.

The only escape route is distance,
Luminox tells me, I can make the last bus.
From the back of the shelter, I can still see your window
Flickering blue, a beacon, a light,
The 256 swings the corner,
Blinding headlights cut through the night
An impenetrable wall of light, a barrier between us
It passes, your room is in darkness
I am safe, tonight.

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Comments

kheldar | February 12, 2010 - 15:24

Beautiful stuff Shirley, you capture the emotion and the tension perfectly. I particularly like the way you use the different forms of illumination, great idea.

David xx :--)

P.S. I would have been tempted to work the headlights of the bus into it somehow, but as we know I am yet to learn the concept of "less is more"

P.P.S. Are you sure I can't persuade you to stay (shhh)

shoe | February 12, 2010 - 15:29

My Darling, if you feel you can, do it! I wanted that too.

xx

P.S Lovely comment

insertponceyfre... | February 12, 2010 - 18:08

I think that's a lovely comment too - you should definitely think again about staying, Shoe : )

shoe | February 12, 2010 - 21:36

phew, is it me or is it hot in here?

kheldar | February 13, 2010 - 00:36

Sweetheart, assuming you were referring to the "P.S." and not the "P.P.S.", how does this look:

The only escape route is distance,
Luminox tells me, I can make the last bus.
From the back of the shelter, I can still see your window
Flickering blue, a beacon, a light,
The 256 swings the corner,
Blinding headlights cut through the night
An impenetrable wall of light a barrier between us
It passes, your room is in darkness
I am safe, tonight.

If, on the other hand, you were referring to the "P.P.S.", well ........

David xx :--)

shoe | February 13, 2010 - 12:12

yup, definitly hot in here!:~D

seriously, your addition is lovely and fits the poem perfectly, improves it in fact, I owe you one, xx

do you think the cherry fairy would mind if I changed it?

kheldar | February 13, 2010 - 13:52

Hey Hot Stuff, you are too, too kind. I hope the cherry fairy doesn't mind, imagine the shame at causing someone to lose their cherry (ooh no Mrs) xx :--)

MistakenMagic | February 13, 2010 - 14:14

Wonderfully atmospheric poem, Shirley! I just love these lines:

'The curve of your shoulder in bas- relief.
The murmur of traffic competes with the rushing
of your blood in my ear, pressed against you.'

Beautiful and very well-deserving of a cherry ;)

Magic xxx

Curse of 222 | February 13, 2010 - 15:57

absolutely beautiful piece. for some reason i really like the syntax and flow of: "An irresistible force, a vortex,".
good write.

jason

shoe | February 13, 2010 - 19:59

Thanks Magic, the traffic line is one of my favourites too,

Thanks Jason, really pleased you both found something to like,

Beeme | February 14, 2010 - 16:09

I also really enjoyed this, its beautiful. I especially liked the second stanza.

Beeme xx

shoe | February 15, 2010 - 13:07

Thanks Beeme, glad you like this,:~}