Shenandoah

By Silver Spun Sand

Wed, 04 Feb 2015
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8 comments
 
She speaks to me, often,
if only  in tongues, as do
lindens to fractious skies
afire like blazing coals, 
 
until a bitter-sweet kiss –
burns the virgin buds
of  night-flowering jasmine, 
in flames of pent up ecstasy 
beneath a pyre of spent leaves;
 
embers in their death throes
smoulder in evening rain, 
while she sleeps an eternal sleep,
 
and in that purpure valley
of her thighs, in the river
shares her name, willingly, 
I drown, and drown, 
again. 
Certificate 12
Poem
Silver Spun Sand Poems
Spiritual

Comments

Submitted by Bee on

That second verse is lush! Gorgeous, sexy poem, cleverly built crescendo, fading in tranquil diminuendo. Get the feeling you might have been listening to music whilst writing. I thought this was brilliant, Tina. 

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Bee.  Means a lot to me you liked this one so much, and told me so in such an eloquent and beautiful way.

Tina

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

I love this merger with the natural world, my favourite sort of writing.  Has a Romantic (with a big R) feel, mysterious and mythic.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you, Philip.

 

Submitted by a102866 on

I think that these lines would be better if they were more succinctly stated "as in the river
shares her name". Also, the poem would flow better. You could simply intone "in the river that shares her name". Love the symbols of love that you have woven into this poem. The heart-shaped linden leaves, the alluring scent of the Jasmine incense, and the purpure valley of her thighs. A titillating read! 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Your thoughts, inspired as ever.  Thank you for them.

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Tina,

this is wonderful, so dramatic, full of burning desire.  I love...love it.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

HI there, Jenny, and thank you so much. You have made my daysmiley

Tina