Delilah's Courage
Delilah's Courage
She cried herself to sleep,
another day slowly passing within
the confines of her keep,
she kept a fitful dream,
demons touching kissing, caressing
tenderly the buxom of her soul,
falling down more violently, to
her labia and rose,
she woke – a pitiful scream,
desire exposed serenely, within
the place where angels bleed,
such sodden warm anxieties deep
within her womb, igniting fired
insanity, colouring rainbows of her
tomb,
she wondered of escape,
to bring about a sudden change,
she feared the freedom sweet outside,
the jail the comfort of a safety -
'keeps,' the darkest world away.
this bedroom for her mood,
this room that boasts the member
of a loon, this tether by a cruel,
the man the vaguest memories ruled!
She turns once more her back,
whispers to the wall,
“I love you, surrender now a window
to your soul and become you, for
this loneliness in isolation, begs I take
upon a fool.”
Michael J Waite 22nd May 2009 2243hrs.
Marianne Louise Daniels
Wed 3rd Jun 2009 13:57
I really liked this!
It reminded me of an exhibition I saw a few months back at the Whitworth Art Gallery in Manchester (my hat/my home). It is called Subversive Spaces and mainly deals with surrealism and the connections between female hysteria (as if there ever was such a thing!!) and the physicality of the home and furniture. A few photos featured a china doll being left in various positions in a house that left an atmosphere of abuse and it popped into my head when I read this....?? You should check it out online as there is still alot of information about it.
You are an exceptional writer!