Monday, September 04, 2006

Two Elements


    The sweet-n-soured Prince said
    before good night,

    "Taint everything.
    't ain't every thing.

    Love evolves,
    dissolves the cake in the rain.

    The gold ring
    slips off frailty,

    chokes
    fattened calves."

    She's warned:
    goldfingers rig the gun's trigger

    a 9mm snout
    locked-and-loaded

    the measure of gold-plated love
    equals the weight of empty chambers

    amorous ammo makes stardust splatter
    and somewhere,

    Morgana criss-crossed alchemies
    draining purity

    a dirty distillate only
    remains of the Dane.

      12 Comments:

      Blogger thepoetryman said...

      Nice. What a winding tale.

      (Jilted love)?

      Carried along nicely...as if riding on one of the bullets let fly in slow motion...

      9/04/2006 10:15 PM  
      Blogger bert moth said...

      I'm seeing the nebulous advance of a relationship - unconcerned with formality.

      Is cupid pulling that trigger, or maybe some sinister gent in Tangiers who likes to abuse power?

      9/04/2006 11:11 PM  
      Blogger ozymandiaz said...

      If love is a bullet
      Then the heart
      a victim
      Chains of averice
      restrain wings

      What a treasure chest set before us
      Everything from Arthur to Bond

      (and McCarthur Park?)

      9/05/2006 9:48 AM  
      Blogger Scheherazade said...

      Hi guys! Thanks for stopping by.

      Just a bit of a pop (culture) tart. The story unravelled from one line that into my head.

      Hope it doesn't sound too didactic. Not the intent. Just went with it.

      9/06/2006 9:31 AM  
      Blogger Erasmus said...

      My dear poetess,

      As one who is awaiting the final okay on his pistol permit I enjoyed all playing with firearms' terms.

      The twist on words of "The remains of the Dane" (The remains of the day?) is nice as well.

      9/06/2006 9:20 PM  
      Blogger Scheherazade said...

      Hello Erasmus: yes I kind of gorged on all the cultural references--including time spent shooting a 9mm Ruger on my father's ranch. And yes, Kashiguru is included.

      You got me.

      9/08/2006 1:50 AM  
      Blogger Vagina Dentata said...

      "...dissolves the cake in the rain. ..."

      All the sweet, cream icing flowing down?

      Morgan Le Fay: my kind of woman, especially when played by a young Helen Mirren in 'Excalibur'. Mordred's codpiece notwithstanding.

      Your poems ar soft green
      Your poems are flaming crimson

      "Guantanamera"
      "Mi verso es de un verde claro
      Y de un carmin encendido"

      9/10/2006 9:27 AM  
      Anonymous **Silvermoon** said...

      Superb internal consanance and internal rhyme. Imagery terrific as always, plus that alliteration.
      Your poems are unique. Quite enjoyed!

      9/11/2006 12:27 AM  
      Blogger abhay k said...

      The thoughts, the play of words, the lyrical harmony...these all add to the beauty and meaning of your poem!
      Cheers

      9/11/2006 5:19 AM  
      Blogger Scheherazade said...

      VD: what lovely praise...and in spanish too! thank you

      silverm00n: I do appreciate your structural analysis. and glad i passed!

      abhay: thanks kind sir

      9/11/2006 10:45 AM  
      Anonymous **Silvermoon** said...

      here again to read this gem.
      Your work is so good, that is why some creative writing "analysis" creeped in. It wasn't meant ever meant to "grade" you.All compliments, nothing more.Hope you'll visit again sometime soon.

      9/20/2006 9:26 PM  
      Blogger Scheherazade said...

      Hello m00n! No offense taken whatsoever; I've received some very constructive commments as well (moreso by e-mail) and I do appreciate them all;

      I'm so flattered that you revisit some of these poems...that is the highest honor.

      And I will stop by soon. I've been terribly delinquent b/c I'm swamped with work!

      Take care.

      9/21/2006 8:47 AM  

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