Benjamin Posted November 6, 2017 Share Posted November 6, 2017 Wrapped in a silken swathe of old world sin That can't escape the privilege of rank A secret present more than just a dance Made more salacious by seductive wine An incarnation of undying lust Floating in air behind temptations veils As ardour grows and reason fails In tales more plentiful than motes of dust Till naked in that land of no return Inhabited by maggots and lost souls Bereft of wiles and all those worldly charms That quieted unquietable qualms Stands lost in contemplation of two holes Whose once-lived eyes beheld their bright new dawn Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted November 7, 2017 Share Posted November 7, 2017 Geoff, this is a most provocative, masterfully crafted sonnet. Salome in the arts is always intriguing. The octet is itself like a painting, but a poem can take things to the next level. You do that in the sestet. Thank you for showcasing this here. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted November 7, 2017 Author Share Posted November 7, 2017 Thank you Tony. I confess this has been on my "easel" for a while waiting for suitable embellishment. There's more I'd originally intended to relate re: human behaviour though Oscar Wilde and others have already trodden that well worn path. G. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted April 27, 2018 Share Posted April 27, 2018 Revisiting this provocative piece with its whispers of the Dance of the Seven Veils. Keep posting, Geoff. - Dave Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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