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Pandora's Box

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Within the box

Came the light

 Spiralling into the smothering depths

 Through the sinning lullaby of siren song

 

 

An underworld

a stone cold lake

Wherein stood a castle

 

Wherein behind a door of yew

A library for the gods

 

Books and discoloured prints

 Laid scattered

All about the floor

Furniture

 Small dusty web strands

Tangled spanned

Stacked books like delicate bridges

Air motionless

Thick

Musty 

It smelt richly pungent

Liken to that of winter stored apples

 

Streaming shafts of afternoon  

 

Lit bound volumes

 Antique colonnades

Reaching from floor to ceiling

 

Fleeting blurred images

Climbed a wide staircase

 Polished handrail

Deep sumptuous carpeting

Ornate gilt-framed oil paintings

 Hung on dark panelled walls

Echoed with distant faraway voices

 

Tiny bells rang and chimed

Gilt edged leaves of an opened volume

 Vivid illustrations

Ancient penned prurient splendour

Detailed in most unusual narrative

Breathless with desire

 

Myriad of touches against skin

 Enveloped like warm wet mouths

 While cool fingers

And

Sweet perfumed hair

Guided sweet caresses

Into oblivion

◄ To FarTed

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Anthony Emmerson

Sat 22nd May 2010 01:57

Hi Gus,

A worthy intro to the theme. You're right of course - you can't win the cake - but this might take the biscuit!

Regards,
A.E.

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Gus Jonsson

Fri 21st May 2010 23:34

Thank to all that have commented .... I'm so sorry to have bin away and unable to respond to you all individually .... but that s muh life at the mo... jest hectic....



Once again many many thanks

Gus

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Isobel

Fri 21st May 2010 18:22

Fairy tale atmosphere conjured up here Gus - a bit like Harry Potter for grown ups....

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Ann Foxglove

Thu 20th May 2010 08:23

This is a very unusual and also extremely poetic "take" on the theme. I was somehow expecting more of an ooomph of an ending for some reason. But on re-reading a few times, I like the dreamlike quality in which the whole thing just seems to swirl away before your eyes.

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Andy N

Thu 20th May 2010 08:19

i remember this poem well, Gus.. One of my favourites off yours.. Good to see it in a slightly new shiner version

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Francine

Thu 20th May 2010 02:17

This is wonderful Gus... I feel as though all of my senses are at play here.
I especially love the first and last verses.

xxx

<Deleted User> (7073)

Wed 19th May 2010 18:08

I have never seen this before I am glad you re-posted it, really enjoyed it, reminds me of some Arcane Wizards retreat, maybe the Unseen University. I liked the imagery of the last verse particularly ;-)
TC

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Gus Jonsson

Wed 19th May 2010 17:29

Hi Cynthia

Well it seemed a good idea... took it out , dusted it off, a little reworking...

Just some encouragement ... can't win me own cake now can I.


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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Wed 19th May 2010 12:45

I am so glad you have re-posted this for new readers! I kinda wondered about doing the same, and actually trawled my own stuff yesterday with that idea 'a bit' in mind.

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