Confused by it, her mind in overdrive,
she quickly twirled it to its underside,
and what she saw on this black dead of night
gnawed at her soul, and she her faith belied
prayed to her god her dread if to *asswage,
in dearest hope this night her soul be saved
This strange thing was as if a man unmade,
grotesque - a swirling vortex for a face.
Yet in her heart lust for it she did nurse,
she would forsake her god herself unchurch.
For in her sad mind nothing could be worse
than an empty bed and she her lips did purse.
But he (evil fiend) would not kiss her back
saying: You’re not my type! And that was that!
Anna :o]
* Obsolete form of assuage
Tony at dVerse has us writing bouts-rimés and the
words he offers us are: drive, side, night, lied, wage, saved, made, face,
nurse, church, worse, purse, back & that.
(It is permissible to use the rhymes as the last syllable of longer
words or homophones.}
Please
note: the above is a true story (she
said with her fingers crossed) – I found something on the drive when I returned
home last night… :o]
Image: Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
25 comments:
wow...desperation for sure...unwilling to have an empty bed she will try anything...and he an unwilling suitor....really cool on the words you came up to modify the rhyme words....very cool...
What a sad story; often too true.Hunger for companionship can take us over a cliff.
On this Valentine Day, I wish everyone great companions. But, most of all, I wish them contentment and acceptance of what life has dealt them. We may plan and concoct, but love is not easily caught.
so many talented writers here - I'm with Brian on the way you modified the words, my head was spinning I couldn't begin to think of doing that, nicely penned Anna.
Ha ha ha... asswage ( love it)...great example of poetic license..our minds were in sunc on this one...enjoyed!
oops ..sync
Ha...like it ...unchurch...ans asswage are great!
fiend indeed ~
asswage ... a cool word.. didn't hear it before...and ugh what a sad story... i do hope she finds someone that wants to share bed and life with her
Really well played, Anna. You've really shown what can be done to adapt the rhymes to your poem's needs in this clever tale of lust and disappointment.
I love your creative use of the end-rhymes/additional syllables.
But yes, sad story of desperation - hope to never become like that...
Sharing and wanting to be loved is every one's right. If only she'll get it eventually. Nicely Anna!
Hank
Wow this was fantastic...the depths that we go to for our longing for love.
What a sad story. Well told
Ouch, great use of the words.
Asswage added to our vocabulary, thanks; kind of like the girl who broke her glasses because she thought they were asspecs; you were wonderful with the unbridled rough-housing of the words, and the classic form rocks too; good job!
Oh I love bringing back words from the burial grounds.. partly it's a poets duty to make sure that words survive.. a great and surprisingly sad end....
Whoop! Her desire, despite of her fear is a strong narrative of lust dominating over her senses.
And his denial... that was that really.
I like the story you came up with and the rhymes are cleverly done. Nicely penned.
... and that's how the cookie crumbles ...
Quite a story - forsaking all for love, and then denied..tragedy impending! Well played.
I love "asswage" and all the other ways you adapted the words to suit the tone of this poem. So clever. Thank you.
you have weaved quite a spell here. I feel like there is something hidden here beneath the surface. really nicely done.
Black magic is shining through but I am sure you used skill and not the former to make your peace so tragical-magical.
I find this very mysterious, and don't know what it means - but it is very powerful.
Liked the way you extended the rhyme words. assu/wage was creative too.
How on earth did I miss this one? Your musings are rather dark, touching on themes that I also enjoy exploring. Really good write. I enjoyed reading it!
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