> Hello Helen,
Ho, ho, ho! The good old famous male genitals, then, putting in an appearance and, I like to think, rising to the occasion. I would, though, just like to take this opportunity to deny most strenuously that this poem has anything to do with masturbation in any of its many...and...well, intriguing forms, tempting though they are (as a subject for poetry, I mean). I would like to make that quite clear, and so would all my fantasy lovers...oh, what a giveaway!
Best wishes, Mike
> Lähettäjä: Helen Clare <[log in to unmask]>
> Päiväys: 2004/04/22 to AM 10:06:38 GMT+03:00
> Vastaanottaja: [log in to unmask]
> Aihe: Re: New sub: At Dawn
>
> I've been waiting to comment on this, not wanting to reveal myself as the
> only one with a dirty mind... but I guess it is too late to be coy.
> On one level this is a poem about spring and birth, and the violence
> implicit that.
> But I can't help but observe that the orchid is often used to represent the
> male genitals... and I wondered if you were hinting at another kind of dawn
> rising here!
> Helen
>
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Mike Horwood" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Monday, April 19, 2004 1:33 PM
> Subject: New sub: At Dawn
>
>
> At Dawn
>
> I never wanted this, the heart pumping,
> blood punishing the veins in thin wrists.
>
> The skin below my ribs parts and tears
> and the orchid pushes its silky stem
> at the wound´s livid lips,
> stretching flaps of flesh
> into a red-raw O.
>
> Orchis raises his headbud,
> dislodging cells like grains of soil,
> rippling my belly and I cannot look
> away, though the starting day lights
> the vegetable world outside my window
> and streaks the dawn sky.
>
> Could I rise and step out, barefoot,
> on the cool grass beneath the trees?
>
> I lie back on my pillow in single
> contemplation of the orchid blooming
> below my heart, streaked purple and yellow,
> lurid as any sky at dawn
> and imagine the feel of cool grass on bare feet.
>
>
>
> Mike
>
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