For A Secret

by D.   Dec 2, 2018


Did my kisses
stir a flame in your
throat?

Your tongue was a
sheathed blade
until you spoke,

For sorrow; dear, I was
not your beacon,
for joy, love, is a
fleeting feeling -

For me, no leaves
had left the trees,
for you, they were
not evergreen

For silver moon
and golden sun,
hung over our
bodies in the
coldest winter -

And upon your
chest, the honest
thrum; I drew a
heart upon the
window.

No secret stains
the bedsheets red;
you wished me naked
you wish me dead.

—

I will not tell;
I will not tell.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Darren

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    I was torn between this and one other by the prince and two by Ben Pickard for my third vote. In the end I chose this piece because of stanza 2. Sounds daft but after reading all 4 pieces this is the section of poetry that stuck in my mind. Loved it. A clever write, chopped back to only the words that mattered. I did feel that the pace quickened at the end. Maybe the lack of punctuation in the final two stanzas compared to stanzas three and four. (Maybe it was written like this.) Worthy of an HM at least 4 points.

  • 5 years ago

    by Victoria Ramey

    Beautifully written. Emotionally vivid. Loved every line and how it flowed. Amazing work!

  • 5 years ago

    by Brenda

    Danny, fascinating write. You pieces flow so smoothly, like water. It seemed bittersweet, half good thoughts, half bad memories. Well done-

  • 5 years ago

    by Ya----Na

    Prince, Your poems are so so so beautiful.
    Once again, I couldn't stop myself from nominating your poem.
    Loved it!

    • 5 years ago

      by D.

      Thank you for your kind words :)

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