Déjeuner sur l’Herbe by Edouard Manet
Siren Song
Cast off melancholy
all you lasses,
for a wild erotic fling.
Stray among golden grasses
or sway on a silken swing.
Spray exotic perfume,
on your pale but rosy skin.
Powder over your conscience
and draw your lovers in.
I wrote my wordle poem yesterday in a oner, and was quite pleased with it.
This isn’t it – computer disaster whisked away my words for ever. Brenda kindly sent me the words again but the flow was gone.
Wordle words :
erotic, melancholy, rosy, gold, swing, powders,
pale, cover, spray, grasses, fling, stray
lyrical and sensual
This is beautiful!
The perfect image to pair with this…more the other way around the perfect words to express this image!! Well done, Viv!!
Ah Viv, is showing her naughty side . Great poem
You made the best of your misfortune and delivered a strong and vivid work. Thanks Vivienne!
This one is going straight into my favourite poetry folder. Thumbs up, Viv.
Thank you, Misk. I am honoured!
Gorgeous, simply gorgeous, Viv.
Pamela
Agreed with the others, this is a perfectly suitable poem (though SCANDALOUS with the Manet!
… I’d like to hear the melody that goes with it.
I haven’t written the melody yet! I’m mulling over something in my head.
I like the picture you’ve chosen and the powder over conscience words…lovely flow.
Love your choice of image to match with your words. Really like the poem, find it rather a sophisticated, well-balanced, and wisdom based advice to the younger women as to how to enjoy their very real sexual drive and being. It’s a fun read and sings its way into the reader’s awareness. I can easily see it as the intro lesson of a powerful older Madam to her ‘students’. A bit of a switch to the My Fair Lady story. It also made me grin and laugh out loud. Thanks Viv,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2012/07/22/poetic-distractions/
go get ‘em girls! good stuff Viv!
I love that last line–
I like the ebb and flow of this piece, Viv. I love “powder over your conscience…”
It still turned out great, Viv!
http://lkharris-kolp.blogspot.com/2012/07/blanched.html
The siren speaks!
It’s why I always start in a notebook – if I lose the finished product, at least I have the nuts and bolts to work with again.
Whatever the other poem was like, this one is a worthy successor.
This one sings—seductively, of course!
Whirling by the Dozen
Thanks for the typo Viv. Sometimes the eye just doesn’t pick them up. Appreciated
Naughty women! lol Those Sirens have a lot to answer for.
You may have lost the original Viv but this one has such a great flow to it too. Made me smile
I aim to do that.
Who wants to read miserable poetry?
Nicely done, Viv! Especially enjoyed: “Powder over your conscience.”
Nice and flowing words, Viv, especially like the powdering of conscience bit, though I wonder at the painting: why are the women naked and the men all dressed?
You tell me: perhaps the men were artists and the naked women would be posing after they’ve eaten their picnic! I just thought it fitted my words.
Love the picture this creates in my mind.
I rather like this one….