What Does Salome See When She Awakens?

Onyx pupils contract

Sunlight drips into celadon vessels

A venetian red curtain drawn

Sangria ringlets of silk cascade in a caress

Ivory shoulders tremble

Press blossoms into the pillow

Awakening protracted

Wine staggers slender veins

Lids stained ocher tremble

Veils in colorful stains

Vulgar silk

Cloying hips

Arise my devotee

Whispers unshutter the sweet, intoxicated daze

Salome turns into the dawn

Wide eyed stupor crushed

What do you see my devotee

His hair in jet waves across silver

Stunned smile in half bow

Cerise dew pearl cambering his strong jaw

Salome hiss

in my bed, you dare!

Salome twists

Snake arms whisper the distance

Palms to cheeks of John the Baptist

Memory like stone ripples on dead, mercurial waters

Rush fingertips of warmth with chill

What does Salome see when she awakens?

Words echo from dismal lips of Christ

Her bedchamber bathed in artifacts

She cradles the ornament to her breasts

Screaming

I see god!

 

 

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Reviews

[OT]

I think I'm running out of superlatives to describe your work now ha!! what's there to say?! completely unique descriptions that only you can do, the play with biblical and other myths - you twist it all up - the whole style was brilliant - it was teasing, and wonderful vocabulary - the colours, the "sangria ringlets" all so nice!!!

[patricia]

This was really good. I always thought it was Salome's mother who put her up to it.

[SpokenWord]

How does one review perfection? I loved the sleek flow and stylish descriptive that teased as gracefully as Salome herself. I know that John didn't stand a chance and I imagine he may even think it was worth it. Superb, bravo and amazing.

[C]

Gorgeously sharp....remorse? insanity? Either or, wonderful.

[Marianne]

Well, Herod was a fool, Salome's mother a b***h, and Salome was still growing gray matter...I reckon !
You have searched her heart, and found her wanting with your exquisite mind and sharp pen..."I see god"...a genius ending, a torment of unequivocal proportions...you nailed it !!

[FireWoman]

I think John loved every minute of the dance of the seven veils, relishing as each one dropped. Not Salome's fault he was all about the booty! =)

[G. K. Bostic]

I can in no way find more elequent words than the previous reviewers so I will just say WOW!!! I love your work!

[vido.]

18 reviewers beat me to the point in feedback towards your poem. excellent,.

[Dani]

From line one, this poem was already half of the way up the mountain. The ending is far beyond the peak.

[Geralyn Miller]

The echoes of the evil done with intention often haunt the doers; particularly when the evil was done for profit.