Thursday, November 15, 2012

dVerse - Literary Allusion, "The Interlude"

"The Kiss" 1892, Tolouse Lautrec
The Interlude

Entwined heat simmers, lingers
as early morning peeks
through plantation blinds.

Passion replays behind sated lids,
an encore.

My mind savors your eyes, dark.
Chestnut locks, wayward.
Muscles, simultaneously gentle, intense.

Ecstasy retreats behind awkward smile
arms and legs unscramble,
as I realize "he" isn't "you".

by Margaret Bednar, originally written 8-25-2012

This is for the amazing dVerse Poets Pub - Meeting the Bar - Literary Allusion.  

I wrote this poem originally for Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's "Fireblossom Friday" and I linked it with a video clip from "Bridge Jones 2" (warning: The original & sequel are total chick flicks :)


24 comments:

Brian Miller said...

ahem, well the end there is a bit of a shocker....haha...what goes on behind the closed eyes of a passionate embrace....errr...well an awquark moment...lol...nicely done margaret....think i remember this one...

awakenedwords said...

it is a bit rude when the morning does not match the dream...

anotherwanderingsoul said...

wow, what a turn!
loved the 'precision' in this... and definitely did not expect the ending.
great write!

Daydreamertoo said...

Phew.... Hot, scorching in fact.
Beautifully told.

Laurie Kolp said...

Amazed by the ending... this is great, Margaret!

Far Beyond The Ridge said...

I beg to differ~i love both BJ movies. The hugh/colin fight is a classic, and what guy can resist parachute panties?
Your poem reminded me of bridget sky diving~a wild ride with an awkward finish.
Nice twist

Nico said...

Oh my. Well told, you left no hints along the way for the surprise at the end!

Ginny Brannan said...

I love the visuals you paint with your words. You take us softly into the south with images of sun peeking through plantation blinds, then surprise us with images of rather illicit embrace:

"arms and legs unscramble,
as I realize "he" isn't "you". "

Well captured, this "Interlude!"

pandamoniumcat said...

Lovely write and I don't think I have ever seen this painting by Lautrec...quite wonderful as is your poem.

Ella said...

whoa..
This was wonderful, such great visual paintings of the dance of intimacy...wow! Then you shock us...
I love it!
Happy Birthday!!!
I'm singing, lol
@>---------

henry clemmons said...

This works with the hug of a woman too, and then open eyes. The wrost part is they can tell, usually, they were not the one being hugged. Some loves are hard to forget, or times. Sometimes the person we are hugging is the same person, but remembered the same way. Anyway, I enjoyed this much.

ninot said...

I always feel that our fantasies enhance our realities. Superb and unexpected!

Green Speck said...

A passionate piece with a twist ... wow !!! Delightful :-)

Dave King said...

I'm still wondering about the twist -- there are so many ways to view it! Fine bit of crafting, though.

kkkkaty said...

Lautrec inspires doesn't he ?

Mr. Charleston said...

Love the one you're with

Mama Zen said...

Oh, wow. Excellent work, Margaret!

hedgewitch said...

I agree with those who say all sex takes place in the mind--I think your poem illustrates that perfectly, and also captures the heat of the painting.

manicddaily said...

Oops! very clever and very psychologically real too. k.

Claudia said...

ha oh my...i didn't expect that closure...what a "delicate" moment...smiles

Victoria said...

I enjoyed the twist at the end and the wonderful expression of passion. A few years ago I saw a Toulouse-Lautrec exhibit at the Art Institute in Chicago...so many works. And yet, I'd never seen this one before. Thanks.

Sabio Lantz said...

Ouch -- how common -- how repeatedly common.
A great surprise -- well done.

Ginnie said...

HA! I see none os us expected that! How fun. :)

my heart's love songs said...

oh, my! that would be awkward! {smile}