That Trinket

That Trinket

A Poem by Anne Martin
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This is my side of a tit-for-tat with the AI.

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That trinket,
don’t think it
my body pried open
you didn’t care
the sand in my hair
beware what’s in my box
my Pandora

that rain of chaos
couldn’t stop us
naked under the stars
it should have
we underthought
two brains blind
no sense between us

in no tomorrow
could we have lasted
another minute
a tribute to the fleeting
magic of our collision
the incision that cut
our hearts out

it was already over
you knocked her
out of the park
from my dark recesses
an abscess in our bed
smelled rank in the morning
when I came home

your tale I sensed
was rotten in Denmark
and everywhere else
my Hamlet heard
from there was no return
only a long goodbye
as the act closed

© 2024 Anne Martin


Author's Note

Anne Martin
I've been doing a call and response with the AI. I'm only going to post my calls (here), not her responses. This is what I've been talking about: it forces me to think outside my usual box, to be more creative in my responses.

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The first verse made me think of a woman being violated, and something forcibly taken from her; whilst verse two brought to mind a passionate tryst (under the stars). In that wild encounter, the protagonists became blind to their senses; during that session? Or, that it was so exciting; that they became lost to reason? In a later verse, "an abscess in our bed smelled rank in the morning"; seemed powerfully unpleasant. I may have noticed it more, contrasting with the passionate lines, from earlier on; so that suddenness gave it more impact. The last verse, starts with "Your tale I sensed was rotten in Denmark and everywhere else"; which reminded me of a woman doubting the claims from her lover. More specifically, of a woman not being fooled by a tale which her lover has woven elsewhere before; implying that she may have a romantic history with this nomadic romeo.? Of course, only the writer knows for sure. I found that this piece, almost told a story in metaphor; and captured well what's been going through the protagonist's mind. Thanks for putting it up here, and as so often; it's refreshingly different from what you posted before. And, that variety probably helps with your experimentation too.

Posted 1 Day Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Anne Martin

1 Day Ago

Thanks. I don't like explaining, but it is about two lovers who can't resist the sex, but everything.. read more



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I just felt so much guilt oozing from this poem.
Love the Hamlet references in the last stanza...
almost like Blake's "The Sick Rose" it can be taken as to what an affair can do to a marriage.
The regret smells as rank as the bed...an odor impossible to get rid of...trust broken.
j.

Posted 20 Hours Ago


Anne Martin

12 Hours Ago

Thanks, Jacob. I haven't read much Blake lately. I'll have to go back and look at it. (I have his co.. read more
I can't believe I'm sharing this, but I feel compelled to tell my story in hopes it might help someone else going through a similar situation. My husband left me and our 3-year-old daughter after he found a flirting text from a tour guide I met during my birthday vacation in Negril, Jamaica. I never meant for anything to happen; I honestly didn't delete the text because I had no intention of being unfaithful. But my husband's suspicions spiraled out of control, leading us to the brink of divorce.

I felt completely lost, my friends who were with me on that trip didn’t know how to help. Just when I was about to give up, I came across a testimonial from someone named Victoria, who shared how Omega Love Temple helped her restore her marriage after a long crisis. She mentioned how the love spells worked wonders for her, so I decided to reach out to Omega at [email protected] 📤

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Posted 1 Day Ago


The first verse made me think of a woman being violated, and something forcibly taken from her; whilst verse two brought to mind a passionate tryst (under the stars). In that wild encounter, the protagonists became blind to their senses; during that session? Or, that it was so exciting; that they became lost to reason? In a later verse, "an abscess in our bed smelled rank in the morning"; seemed powerfully unpleasant. I may have noticed it more, contrasting with the passionate lines, from earlier on; so that suddenness gave it more impact. The last verse, starts with "Your tale I sensed was rotten in Denmark and everywhere else"; which reminded me of a woman doubting the claims from her lover. More specifically, of a woman not being fooled by a tale which her lover has woven elsewhere before; implying that she may have a romantic history with this nomadic romeo.? Of course, only the writer knows for sure. I found that this piece, almost told a story in metaphor; and captured well what's been going through the protagonist's mind. Thanks for putting it up here, and as so often; it's refreshingly different from what you posted before. And, that variety probably helps with your experimentation too.

Posted 1 Day Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Anne Martin

1 Day Ago

Thanks. I don't like explaining, but it is about two lovers who can't resist the sex, but everything.. read more

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Added on October 14, 2024
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Anne Martin
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The second circle of hell.



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After 15 years I have finished The Cult of Hahn. Editing time. Professional musician. Private person I love fantasy, especially dark sexy stories. more..

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