Boudoir

Another one penned during the 24 hour train journey between Bangkok and Kuala lumpar

Boudoir

 

Jet black with crimson lacquered walls

And

 Just a hint of gold leaf here and there

 

We made out in such a room

I seem to recall

But that was way back then

 

When I was young and still naive

Particularly concerning colour schemes

 And

Of course the integrity of certain women

 

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Author's Note

Interested in what you might think...............No big deal & pulled punches will not be appreciated. N

Reviews

[Lorry]

Ah, the innocence of youth! I remember it well, quite vaguely to be honest.
I met a girl with just that colour scheme in her bedroom, but then I realised it was also the colour scheme of her bathroom, kitchen and living room, as well as her hall and most of her wardrobe. And then I realised that she might indeed be a goth and it explained so much. The surlyness of attitude and vampyric demeanor could mean only one thing... She had lured me like a luring thing... (what are they called?... Sirens?) and was planning to eat my brains with fava beans and a nice chianti! (or was that silence of the lambs)
Anyhoo, I tolled her I was going to use the loo and climbed down the drainpipe and ran away.
Come to think of it, I could have just used the front door, but she was a siren goth chick, dressed up all vampy n stuff, and you can't trust your senses when faced with a babe in a leather corset that makes all her lady bits n bumps stand out, can you? So climbing down the drainpipe to safety was indeed the obvious choice.
And yes thanks Nev, as you have no doubt guessed, I am fine and completely back to normal now! 😊

[Neville]

Phew .. so good to hear Loz .. don't s'pose you still got her number do ya ............ 🐧..💙))

[Lorry]

Nah mate. Was in the pre mobile phone days 😊

[light and ashes]

Red like blood and heat..
Lust and power.
Those carnal things.
I liked the mix of scenery and a bit of nostalgia.

[Neville]

what else is there ... bless you L&A nice new avatar by the way ...

[light and ashes]

Thank you, I like it,
and you're welcome.

[Betty Hermelee]

vivid portrayal of those "Certain" women...like the colors, they fit right in...of course that was yesteryear!
I like the touch of gold a scene of passion and desire....
well done Neville
Best, B

[Neville]

thanks for smiling down on this one Betty, you were quite write, we are talking yesteryear .. & Best back at ya .. Neville

[Betty Hermelee]

You're very welcome Neville
Best, B

[Soren]

I had a piece of furniture once that this poem brought back to memory. Then it struck me that although this personal memory got in the way for me, it really didn't. The use of this imagry also evoked feelings about the poem itself and the sexuality of black and red and the type of women associated with these colors. The idea that the gold was just leaf also added to this image. The adding of being naive at the time was the final touch. This poem could go far deeper than sexuality and apply to naivite' in general. Very thought provoking my friend

[Neville]

I am delighted you stopped by Soren, I thought thou had forsaken me .. and thank you kindly for your very encouraging and insightful comment .. AGT's Neville :)

[Soren]

Sorry Neville I have no excuse the other day remembered and said zi think I have forgotten or been forgotten. Good to hear from you.

[Chris Shaw]

An old poem out for a breath of fresh air. It is an adventure with an exotic flavour to it. Very descriptive in its rich colours. A train journey of twenty four hours between Bangkok and Kuala Lumpar. A young naive man exploring life to the full. It appears from the final stanza that on reflection tastes can change with the years. The exotic in a young man’s eye may have taught him some lessons. Isn’t that what life is about? A journey of learning. I enjoyed my journey here my friend. Reading about the young you.

A change of avatar. The sad but beautiful eye.

Chris

[Neville]

Good mane our Chris .. it seems you were up early again today .. Thank you so much for raking this oldie up .. my little scribble I mean .. Here's wishing you a wonderful Wednesday .. Neville

[Chris Shaw]

Have a wonderful Wednesday yourself Neville. No raking needed, the poem was the first on your play list :)

[Neville]

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[Chris Shaw]

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[Bhuyanshi Talukdar]

I read your poem about a room with jet black walls and crimson lacquer, and I was struck by the way that you used color and imagery to evoke different emotions and memories.
Your words were so evocative and richly detailed, and I loved the way that you described the room as a place of passion and desire. The hint of gold leaf added a touch of luxury and glamour to the scene, and I could imagine the way that the light would play off the different surfaces.
Your poem also touched on themes of youth and naivete, and the way that our perceptions of color and integrity can change over time. I thought that this was a really interesting idea, and it added a layer of complexity to the poem.
I thought that your poem was a beautiful and thought-provoking exploration of color, memory, and desire.

[Neville]

How extraordinarily kind of you my friend .. Many thanks indeed .. Neville

[Nigel Newman]

Hi Neville. I was about to say I've have had trouble sleeping, but then that's not the past-time you're alluding to. I love the line about colour schemes and the very ambiguous final statement. I'm wondering 'what did he mean'. Did he mean she had more integrity than him or less? Did her degree of integrity surprise him or delight him? It's a nice way to leave the reader, who can only wonder. I also like the walls / recall phonetic connection.

BRs Nigel

[Neville]

Hello Nigel, many thanks indeed for your very encouraging thoughts and opinions, they are truly appreciated. Please feel free to pop in any time....ps A gentleman never tells, does he! All Good Things, Neville

[AYVID N]

I like the effect you create here with the colors. Interesting.

[Neville]

Thank you Divya a very welcome stopover, I can tell ya.....Neville

[AYVID N]

Its a pleasure N. There will be many more, I can tell you :)

[Neville]

Cheers...............N

[Mrudula Rani]

This writing has an exotic look and feel about it... train journey between Bankok and Kuala Lumpur sounds like an adventurous experience that produced this exotic poem. You transporte your readers to your wonderful world of travels with your writing

[Neville]

For a moment, I thought you were a mind reader, that is, until I remembered my little authors note up there. Bless you my dear Friend...........neville

[Mrudula Rani]

It is always a great pleasure to read your writings, dear friend. Have a great weekend!

[Neville]

You too..................