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Beneath the skin, blood-red, lip-curling assaultof come-hither tart-tongued and siren-sweet lure of succubusbut life-giving - a suppleheart its fruit.
Posted at 02:00 PM in Imaginings, Photos, Poems & poem-like things | Permalink
Nice. You've been writing some fine micropoetry lately. (But how is it Monday there already?)
Sunday, January 11, 2009 at 03:14 PM
Thanks! (And weird about the future date posted - I think I fixed it.)
Sunday, January 11, 2009 at 03:27 PM
Lovely! I just came from Dave's (Via Negativa) and the news, so the 'blood' part has extra significance.
Sunday, January 11, 2009 at 04:39 PM
Wonderful poem, with the words and sounds (the music) echoing those twists of taste that such an orange elicits!
Sunday, January 11, 2009 at 05:36 PM
I like how you cut those hyphenated adjectives into lines. I love the alliteration and sibilance. Succubus is so the right word (now that I've looked it up)! This is a fine, small still life!
Sunday, January 11, 2009 at 08:49 PM
Thanks, all! And they are supposed to be good for your heart. :-)
Sunday, January 11, 2009 at 08:52 PM
like a painting, these words.
Monday, January 12, 2009 at 05:41 PM
Thanks, Joanna. Tasted better than a painting. :-)
Tuesday, January 13, 2009 at 05:17 PM
Love it. Makes my mouth pucker.
Your 'nubbins' are great.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009 at 12:13 PM
Heh. Thanks, Lucy. :-)
Thursday, January 15, 2009 at 07:35 AM
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