This weekend, over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Kerry invited us to craft a poem while keeping in mind the phrase, “This is not what we came to see”, from Brian Patten’s “The Projectionist’s Nightmare”. My muse might’ve had way too much fun with the prompt *cough, cough, cough*.
“Use word foreplay”, he ordered.
She obeyed, whispering, “Hard,
deep, harder!” her edge and her tongue
cutting quick and bleeding bone.
His eyes opened so wide, his mouth
wider… as her stiletto hit the right spot
between his legs, and his screaming
thrilled her will to take all.
“I am trouble”, she batted
long bloodied lashes, “it’s not a rumor.”
the wee notes…
– Kerry’s prompt asks for a new poem. The 3 blackouts that inspired this short piece were born months apart; separate, they tell three different tales. I’ve combined them, tweaked them through the mind of a slightly disturbed speaker, and (I believe) turned them into something new. Let’s see what Kerry says…
– I am also linking this bit to Poets United – Poetry Pantry 316.