Purple Doom!

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

I’d not seen them out in the open,

They grew in the alleys and lanes,

A purple flower with a sort of power

In the scent from its pores and veins,

I asked Romana the name of it

But she shuddered and turned away,

‘It’s a type of bloom called Purple Doom,

Or that’s what the gypsies say.’

The scent was sickly and sweet out there

I admit, it went to my head,

Romana came to the caravan

And made crazy love in bed.

The scent was an aphrodisiac

That drove normal men insane,

Our clothes were dropped and we couldn’t stop

Till we cried aloud in pain.

The aftermath was a migraine head

That we both endured that night,

And when we woke, she tried to choke me,

All we could do was fight.

At last, we came back down to earth

And surveyed the shattered room,

Romana said that we could be dead

From the scent of that Purple Doom.

I beat the weeds round the caravan,

I poked and prodded and pried,

Found Purple Doom, there in the gloom

So its scent was sweet inside.

I tore the clump right out by the roots

But I cut my hand, it bled,

I burnt the flower, curtailed its power

But with poison in my head.

I don’t remember the next few days

But I almost passed away,

I seemed to be wandering in the dark

Where the sky was always grey,

A castle rose in a fallow field

And I tried to cross the moat,

I called Romana ‘Lady Gay’

And she said, ‘Just stay afloat!’

But flowers assailed on every side

They were purple, pink and red,

Leaning in with their tendrils, seemed

To sip the blood I bled.

A gypsy shook me awake one day

And I slowly came around,

‘Don’t go bringing your caravan

And camping on gypsy ground!’

He’d gripped Romana by the hair

And tried to drag her away,

But she let loose with a gypsy curse

And he turned and fled that day.

We towed away the caravan,

And avoid all lanes and gloom,

But she retains a potpourri to

Make love with that Purple Doom.

David Lewis Paget

© 2015 David Lewis Paget

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ANTO

Romana the gypsy lol - good one David !

"we couldn’t stop
Till we cried aloud in pain." - ouchy ! xDD

What doesnt kill you makes you stronger (and slightly hornier it seems) - the pot-pourri at the end was a real cheeky nod and a wink - everything in moderation eh mate?
Loved it !
xD