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This is darkly charged and unapologetic, leaning hard into seduction and danger without blinking. I like how the poem owns its fascination with shadow, letting desire and menace speak in the same breath.
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Many times writes are over my head, like this one. LOL. I’m pretty good at deciphering poems, etc. Yet some are more complex and perhaps “inside” than I can travel to. But, pixie sticks poems have kept many a reader caught up in the meanings, looking for that connection with the author. It is a bond formed of our mental values. Of what we grasp for, as writer and reader. You make a hell of a spider.
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Thanks Mark. Sometimes metaphor and images over-power the meaning and think this is such a case. It’s really testament to how an unexpected phone call can change life’s narrative.
A spider? Ha. I could certainly do with 8 legs at moment. Broke the same ankle thrice and in the cold weather walk like a penguin with flatulence.
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Oh motherfuck YES, this is goddamn poetry. I needed to get my head out of my own ass and breathe some air, and you, my sweet Welsh friend, are cold wind on a warm day.
The way you fuck a line, gods, with lube and soft kisses and hair pulls.
You weave a poem and use an unexpected trope-twist to make real magic. I’m reminded of why I word-crush on your shit.
THE FUCKING LANGUAGE…
straddle waking dreams to the hymen-ever-after
AND THIS?! Fuck you. I’m literally jealous I didn’t write it…
….and the moon is a voyeur’s pearl
stringing whispers to sky balustradeTHIS?! AAAAARRRHHH!
strip negligee to boneI’m almost over-stimulated and about to cuss you out for being brilliant but this?!
sea-shell coved against my ear
like a seance with the deaf…. that was amazing
I wish I hadn’t quit smoking.
Kickass shit.
BB
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Well Betty Boo, such praise from a writer like yourself, keeps my keyboard warm in middle of night.
Not everyone gets me (so to speak) but I’m cool with that. It’s enough that the poets and people I hugely respect, give a considered nod to my scribbles.
I’m yearning to visit Snowdonia (Eryri in Welsh). It has proved to be the most cathartic landscape.
Keep the faith
Rob x
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Oo. Diolch H. You get it. The night tells all – there are reasons why my pillows are frayed.
Even as a fiftysomething, I take great pleasure in scratching names in the sand. Last week I took a night walk to sing to the harbour lights – ignoring the bitter cold and manic screech of the junkies. The sea was so calm.
Rob x
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Hauntingly penned, Brenda. Amazing dark write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian