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Femmes assassinés en forêt.
Sultry and humid, the day brings
its own tender mercies, disguised
by choruses of percussive song:
as I patiently observe, while often
stopping to caress the rutted
bark, and breathe odours no less
carnal than warm-blooded desire:
but still, the meromictic deep
continues to suppress its secret
from estuary winds: casual eyes
scanning redoubts of earth, who
are, indifferently, searching for
the intractable universe, without
realising their fugitive visions:
leading me to ponder, whether I
am your distant admirer, as well,
or simply an invasive lover, caught
within a process of renovation.
its own tender mercies, disguised
by choruses of percussive song:
as I patiently observe, while often
stopping to caress the rutted
bark, and breathe odours no less
carnal than warm-blooded desire:
but still, the meromictic deep
continues to suppress its secret
from estuary winds: casual eyes
scanning redoubts of earth, who
are, indifferently, searching for
the intractable universe, without
realising their fugitive visions:
leading me to ponder, whether I
am your distant admirer, as well,
or simply an invasive lover, caught
within a process of renovation.
Published 3rd Aug 2019
| Edited 24th Jun 2020
Author's Note
The title is meant to be a wordplay on 'Femmes assises en fôret' (Women sitting in the forest) a painting by Maurice Denis, I happened on by chance.
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Terrific device to open your write with such an eloquent ode to the milieu. I often tell people to paint a portrait of their surroundings with their words and allow the emotional state of the author to bleed through subtly. Love the closer lens of the haptics in your second stanza. Having contracted the lens, it then expands into this mellifluous contemplation that is breathtaking, The economy of the journey this write takes is glorious. It is amazing how chance encounters can be so inspiring, touching onto that intangible creative voice at the heart of our sentient being, where emotion and reason are united. Fantastic work. It floored me.
4th Aug 2019 9:34pm
I agree. For me, writing about emotions and senses, directly, is actually quite difficult. A sense of distance helps bring out the main elements more clearly, however remote the inspiration can seem, or abstract the expression. At best, this chance encounter took place several months ago, only vaguely drawn upon! (Haha.)
Thank you so much, Daniel. I'm actually considering this as my personal favorite, so far.
Thank you so much, Daniel. I'm actually considering this as my personal favorite, so far.
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