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The Falconer
sitting on the floor at barnes & noble
wearing black cashmere sweater, thigh hi
brown leather boots...the same leather and
color as his dicipline "helper"
she looks up and quickly averts her eyes
scribbles in a slim notebook
biting her lips
...
slowly he primes her
sharpens his pen
his eyes eat her desire
her bowed head, flushed throat
he smiles inside:
introspective poets are
prime submissives
3 months later:
thea is at the proper weight
her lips plump, trained to remain parted
hair is longer
shiny and straight
she sings much better than
he could have dreamed
he thinks he will order
one more tattoo
her skin gleams from
following his obsessive diet
Z. opens the cage and releases his bird
from the pillow, carries her to his study
kissing her lips
makes her whisper his name
as he has taught thea
in the study he places thea on the floor
and stands above her
From somewhere inside the room
Chopin plays the piano to maniacal heights
her hair is fanned out on the hardwood
floor, he crushes roses the length of
her body...pours oil here and there
she trembles
in anticipation
*****
an ode to a short story my cousin and I read in middle school.
wearing black cashmere sweater, thigh hi
brown leather boots...the same leather and
color as his dicipline "helper"
she looks up and quickly averts her eyes
scribbles in a slim notebook
biting her lips
...
slowly he primes her
sharpens his pen
his eyes eat her desire
her bowed head, flushed throat
he smiles inside:
introspective poets are
prime submissives
3 months later:
thea is at the proper weight
her lips plump, trained to remain parted
hair is longer
shiny and straight
she sings much better than
he could have dreamed
he thinks he will order
one more tattoo
her skin gleams from
following his obsessive diet
Z. opens the cage and releases his bird
from the pillow, carries her to his study
kissing her lips
makes her whisper his name
as he has taught thea
in the study he places thea on the floor
and stands above her
From somewhere inside the room
Chopin plays the piano to maniacal heights
her hair is fanned out on the hardwood
floor, he crushes roses the length of
her body...pours oil here and there
she trembles
in anticipation
*****
an ode to a short story my cousin and I read in middle school.
Written by
shakka
(shauna)
Published 21st Aug 2015
| Edited 22nd Aug 2015
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Re. The Falconer
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Re. The Falconer
Anonymous
21st Aug 2015 1:24am
Beautiful evocative writing. As though the grooming of the bird to perform and obey is transmuted to the human form.

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Re. The Falconer
21st Aug 2015 3:24am
Shakka lovely one a beautiful story of a girl blooming into a full blown beauty.. learning her submissive role is quite sexy ;)
with love Crim
with love Crim
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Re. The Falconer
21st Aug 2015 6:20am
great atmosphere, nicely developed characters, splendid choice of music. but primarily, surrender...
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Re. The Falconer
21st Aug 2015 1:29pm
Re. The Falconer
21st Aug 2015 2:28pm
Oh yes Shakks! Love it. Her trained parted lips. Lovely.
The falconer, brilliant title 🚬💜
The falconer, brilliant title 🚬💜
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Re. The Falconer
21st Aug 2015 9:48pm
hey gabe: thank you for the careful read. a unique short story about a man who "turns" a woman into a falcon. we read the story in middle school so I just recall the feeling and the surrealness.
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Re. The Falconer
21st Aug 2015 9:51pm
dear crim: thank you. yes she does bloom. my cousin & I fell in love with the short story. xo shauna
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21st Aug 2015 9:52pm
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21st Aug 2015 9:53pm
Re. The Falconer
22nd Aug 2015 9:34am
Beautifully done, this is constructed with a great understand of the roles and the characters are gifted to us with grace and time. I particularly enjoyed the weight references. It reminds me a little of The Secretary, which will always appeal to my dark side. Many thanks for this write. Write on!
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Re. The Falconer
22nd Aug 2015 3:46pm
hello Istone: Thank you. And yes loved The Secretary...soso good...and she would not give up when he tried to dismiss her.
Re. The Falconer
24th Aug 2015 00:48am
Where-ever your words derived from for this piece, has to be residually staining
because this piece surely took my airs.
This held me hostage in its cuffs chainlinks..
& I admired it so.. shamelessly:⬇
""-she looks up and quickly averts her eyes
scribbles in a slim notebook
biting her lips
...
slowly he primes her
sharpens his pen
his eyes eat her desire
her bowed head, flushed throat
he smiles inside:
introspective poets are
prime submissives ""
...
Now my airs must be gifted back lol
Yass!
because this piece surely took my airs.
This held me hostage in its cuffs chainlinks..
& I admired it so.. shamelessly:⬇
""-she looks up and quickly averts her eyes
scribbles in a slim notebook
biting her lips
...
slowly he primes her
sharpens his pen
his eyes eat her desire
her bowed head, flushed throat
he smiles inside:
introspective poets are
prime submissives ""
...
Now my airs must be gifted back lol
Yass!
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Re. The Falconer
4th Sep 2015 00:53am