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Persephone's Filthy Dream

This is the tangled time

The time that heavy with want

Becomes the jaw for open thighs.

My tasty flesh renders

The cleft for wet truth.

The hour is slim; my ache can shatter Persephone's slake.

Enthralled against the serpent earth!

Legs knotted, lay tangled in ancient ruin.

◄ sit

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Wed 4th Nov 2009 15:13

Lovely poem in my Profile, Tommy. You have such a sure creative touch. Why do you kid around so much? Is it some prescribed mental exercise to encourage brain cell function?
I'd be a tad careful of posting too many 'itsy bitsies', especially if they are connected like consecutive verses of one idea; I think you might irritate many readers who do want to be supportive.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 3rd Nov 2009 19:31

I meant to ask before: this is the Persephone split between the upperworld and the underworld, yes?, ie. summer and winter in Greek mythology? I thought she was moved by pity rather than lust, unless I'm acquainted only with juvenile versions of said myth. I must check.

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Sat 24th Oct 2009 12:00

This is wonderful fantasy.... I often have dreams like this Tommy...

I'll save you one...to keep beneath your pillow

Augusta x

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Fri 23rd Oct 2009 20:44

I like this; it talks big ideas in 'tasty' language. 'tangled time'; 'cleft for wet truth' wow! But I looked up 'sepent' - non-existent in my dictionaries. If you meant 'serpent earth' with its connotative explosion, the poem is really good.

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