His passion is a ten foot tendril
reaching for her
like a climbing plant
reaches for the sun.
Their love echoes round oceans.
Twining, stretching out
so vulnerable,
for love.
He fondles her
she opens
completely
and together
they fall into that heavy nothingness.
And I am left alone to think
only whales and
you and I
make love
face to face.
Love me tendril, love me sweet
Elvis, wasn't it?
I felt vulnerable reading it, oddly, or not. The line, face-to-face, brilliant ending.
Yes Banksy - but would you like really a tendril instead! And it did look very vulnerable waving about in all that freezing cold water too ;-)
The face to face reference was as you say Isobel, but also from the biological point of view, the whales were mating faceing each other (OK I knowhtheir eyes would have been round the back!)- front to front anyway! whereas I think most animals mate with the male looking at the back of the female's head (they don't call it doggy style for nothing I guess!)
And thanks everbody - how lovely you all are! xxxx
I like this one too Ann. It is simple but not and well thought out. I love the parallels you draw between yourself and whales - I guess face to face woud indicate love and commitment that not all animals or humans can embrace.
Do a poem on sea horses next. The human race could do with learning from them. I like this one a lot.
Utterly fab! Why , oh, why can't I write about sex without sounding like a callow fool?
You don't have to answer that.
Lovely.
: )
Jx
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Wed 10th Nov 2010 22:10
ten foot !!
makes me old chipolata seem a little spare :)
Once again a direct hit with an observation that impacts both heart and mind as we consider how closely related all life is. In your work, as in all good poetry, nothing ever exists by itself; it is just a springboard for thinking. I believe this element is is what makes poetry ART.
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Wed 10th Nov 2010 17:46
I love whale music for meditating to, it's haunting.
Great poem ;-)
x
so beautiful! I wonder if we held a shell up to our ear could we hear their sweet nothings?
"heavy nothingness" good good. x
Inspired by an old David Attenburgh prog I happened to catch last night - mating whales. Not a turn on, but suddenly you could see how these wonderful creatures were mammals, just like us, and also I was struck by the vulnerability of the male.
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Elaine Booth
Mon 15th Nov 2010 19:59
"Their love echoes round the oceans" and "and together
they fall into that heavy nothingness" are wonderful lines. A very touching poem.