Erotic Wonderland

The sky
holds kisses
when the dark
engulfs the light

Hide the sun
in your skin

Light streams in
through the curtains
falling gently on
season-seeped dust
eating away at shadows
that lurk in the corners
like the ghoulish
greenish-dark monsters
belonging only
to nightmares
and to here

Eyes aflame
with sapphire grain
Her crimson lips
boast thicker spells

Her beauty shines
when sadness looms
her tragedy
devours as
flame

And heartlight flowers
in your hand

She tends to be an erotic lair
a curiosa wonderland

She's sight seein'
reality in slants
of poetic verse

Seven scarlet-lipped seeds
dripping luscious succulent
septic and serpentine
this is not your Eden
nor your salvation

The time
will come
dear one

When another
impress of blood-blue
tinged with soot
bitter-black
on the tongue
cries of fear
choked back
by muted lips
that quiver best
when licked

Writers aghast
apologies to a fading fire
lodged in your ears
like morning dew

I'm Sorry
the first of many to be sure
in the coming pages
if there were any

When ink
returns again

Because when
my heart
gets too full
I regurgitate
words

I expressed these
thoughts thru
poetry with ease
shedding light
illuminated

Like the Absinthe that drove
the bohemian intellectuals
The mad Poets
The Artists
of the old
centuries
past
to their
creative
ecstasies

Like the leannán sidhe
inspiring my imagination
to burn so fierce so bright
so it near consumes me
and all who dare so read

By Samantha Campbell


                            

Author's Note

"Eyes aflame with sapphire grain" cause my eyes are Blue otherwise I would have went with emerald grain

curiosa ~ erotic or pornographic books or articles

Leannán Sidhe (Faery Sweetheart): Sister of the bean-sí who lives in rivers. She is the spirit of life and muse of singers and poets. She woos human lovers.

If I ever get the chance to try Absinthe I damn sure will !

This poem was inspired by Arthur Rimbaud the original punk poet the Green Fairy's wild child

and

Peggy Amond a contemporary American author who wrote a poem entitled "Rimbaud's Poison"

The emerald hour--
when the poet's pain is soothed
by a liquid jewel
held in the sacred chalice,
upon which rests
the pierced spoon,
the crystal sweetness--
Icy streams trickle down.
The darkest forest
melts into an open meadow
as waves of green seduce.
Sanity surrendered,
the soul spirals toward
the murky depths,
wherein lies
the beautiful madness--
absinthe.

Reviews

[lei]

oh i love this one..

[Kenneth The Poet]

I am green with envy...excellent write.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

The fierce standing and passion for words, simply for being them, well done, good read.

[Shane Blackheart]

I really liked this one. I love how you express your passion for poetry in your work, especially with the lines stating that when your heart overflows it regurgitates words. Awesome imagery! Oh, and I, too, would enjoy myself some Absinthe if I ever came across a good bottle of it.

[Coyote Poetry]

A pleasure to read your poetry. A epic ride in this poem. I like the journey you took me with you in this poem.
"Like the Absinthe that drove
the bohemian intellectuals
The mad Poets
The Artists
of the old
centuries
past
to their
creative
ecstasies"
So many thoughts and emotion raised by this amazing poem. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[writing mojo]

Ah, yes Arthur Rimbaud influenced all the greats, he was mad as seeing what is between the lines is felt not read. we writers are green with jealousy, for not being the first to express such madness on the page, influenced by demonic presence that we are god's rejects left to only use 20% of our brains....good stuff

[patricia]

Oh my God, this beggars belief! What an incredible mind you have, and somehow you manage to convey all that beautiful grey matter onto the pages of our hearts. This is for me one of your best ever. I need to shelve this one, I want to take this in much more. When poems are as good as this, they are so hard to review, it is then, that a person is silenced. Thanks Samantha. That was a mind altering ecstatic experience, without the use of drugs and any bad side effects.

[Ruth]

Absolutelty wonderful!
You have such talent love, I think your writing takes me to places I forgot exist! lol
Amazing poem! Very clever!
xoxo

[Philip Smith]

Very Nice Sam. I've said this before and will again. You have a way of making us the reader feel your words. Not easy to do (with me)

[M.Babu]

"Her beauty shines
when sadness looms
her tragedy
devours as
flame"
just loved this stanza...it seared through my chest for some reason...and it unsettled me in my seat. There was some real power exuding from it...the type that brings some sort of second person elation?? I really don't know how to put it down though, you'll have to settle for 'out of body experience' :P

"Like the leannán sidhe
inspiring my imagination
to burn so fierce so bright
so it near consumes me
and all who dare so read"

Any writers dreams- to illuminate the path ahead and hopefully convey some sort of wisdom that others can comprehend and follow along their own paths...

Fantastic my dear! Simply fantastic read!

~M.Babu~