Warning: I was feeling somewhat jaded with my life when I wrote this, so any wickedness is muted. I’m sorry if it spoils anyone’s pleasure in the gorgeous #ArtTwist#3 prompt, or that of the bucchaneering cue for #WickedWednesday, but like the rest of you I have my days when I wonder where I am headed and what has been the point of it all…
For a kinder view of Danae see my earlier post FBF 2018 #18 also posted for #Sinful Sunday.
Danae: Fifty years later
Euphoric Danae, your virgin cunt
Dreaming on the hard oblivion
Loosed within the unexpectedness
of your claiming.
The taking thrust, the molten stream,
freed you from the prison
of your kin
The un-repeated stroke –
repeated often in memory…
branding and re-branding through the years.
in a crawling tide
rising in its stead
an ache -soured
age and loneliness.
Your golden streams of pleasure bleaching to straw
leave you drenched in knowing,
an unforseen bitter awareness
that the heat of the god
To see who else is playing FebruaryFotoFest2018 kiss those gothic lips
To see who is being kinder to Danae than I am click on link below
To raise the Jolly Rodger click on the circle below