oh monster/oh mother now here is confusion
when i lay with you, lets sleep with nothing on
the lamps on fire and oh would you put it
where i am made of childhood fear
plant seeds in my mouth and pull wolves from my tongue
that trees could flow forth from smoothest confusion
grow apples so red that the doctor is weeping
while for you I am starving I am starving I am starving
in the hospital they put a gown on me
a shaking man, a bride to be
Neither ?
thanks martin. you have expressed almost perfectly what i had intended to portray which is just great!
This speaks of a real fragility about the individuals involved in their relationship and the confusion which for me is summed up in the title. Another great poem Stu
but is it love to hate or hate to love?
Cor, pull wolves from my tongue.
I hate/love you Stu ?
cheers both.
i will take incestuous, disturbing sacrificial rite!
i cant think of higher praise
The all consuming mother has a formative role to play and she is the bedrock of all this consummation as I see this Stu. There is hidden veiled promise and a sort of yielding all hovering. The last two lines sound like a sacrificial rite almost. (Slightly reminiscent of To the Devil a Daughter c/o Hammer films. ) Get me out of here.
Ray
thanks rachel. i appreciate that. hope you are well
elPintor
Wed 3rd Apr 2019 16:32
You have an inimitable flair for reaching right into the guts of what might otherwise seem banal--a sort of shock to the senses but refreshing.
Rachel
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keith jeffries
Thu 18th Apr 2019 20:55
Stu,
I have only this minute come across this poem. It has the most profound quality to it, which speaks of that unique and intimate relationship between mother and son which spans many years of love and trial. I stand in awe of this as it reaches depths I could not venture to but sit in my subliminal mind.
Beyond words
Thank you Keith