badger11 Posted October 31, 2012 Share Posted October 31, 2012 The muffled scream of child. Later I join the Mother shuffling cards, sipping her gin, playing poker with ghosts that live to win. The smell of soil reminds her of Father, his hands as brown as clay. I have no kin: I am the voice that drifts within soft skin. As night unzips her heart, her lips as white as salt, I bind her soul until my sin empties a sigh for another end to begin. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted October 31, 2012 Share Posted October 31, 2012 Poe has nothing on you, badge. Moves in the blacker region of Halloween. Shudder2, - Dave Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JoelJosol Posted November 1, 2012 Share Posted November 1, 2012 I like the surreality of it. I also like the sonics of the poem. Thanks, badge. Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted November 2, 2012 Author Share Posted November 2, 2012 Thanks JJ and Dave. An old poem I bring out for the occasion and tinker with on an annual basis! cheers badge Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dedalus Posted November 2, 2012 Share Posted November 2, 2012 A difficult rhyming scheme to pull off ... and you did! Nice one, Badge. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted November 2, 2012 Share Posted November 2, 2012 nifty little cadence here badge. i pondered over the word incubus and looked it up. the poem came alive after that. thoughts playing or dancing in my head naturally. i had forgotten what the word meant. i won't forget its meaning anytime soon. i think i am aging from the paralysis too much i think. my mind doesn't remember anything anymore. i think i have onset dementia. i do hope it is just a tired mind is all. victor Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted November 2, 2012 Author Share Posted November 2, 2012 Thanks Brendan and Victor for the thumbs up. I like your word 'nifty' Victor. cheers badge Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted November 3, 2012 Share Posted November 3, 2012 Deceptively simple format which you handle extremely well. Much to consider here: Incubus: a demon in male form , "scream of child", "Mother shuffling cards, sipping her gin", "The smell of soil reminds her of Father" -- it almost sounds incestuous. I particularly liked that line, "Playing poker with ghosts that live to win." it adds a certain Faustian touch. Well done. B. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted November 3, 2012 Author Share Posted November 3, 2012 Thanks B. Any link to Marlowe is fine with me. badge Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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