All entries for March 2010

Perfume

The scented lake quivers: a Moses soup of sensual temptation; a cloying swathe of florid accents and the peacock flag to an idle god. Skin is coated, alcoholic film greased over like a second fur, every filament primed and ready.

And Shining.

The peacock struts - female feathers fanning this time - an age old trick stolen from the men and elegantly refined. Flower colours brighten the senses, trawling back through Neanderthal red into a whole spectrum of scarlets until the brain screams with aortic warmth.

The fragrance lingers still: wafting into every cavity, every open pore; invading the core of being and seeping out in languid swimming -

      the epitome

      of lazy sexuality.

Photo from I series I did to accompany this piece.

Sarah Cuming : 23 Mar 2010 00:36 |  Tags: Creative Writing Photographs Photography Poetical Prose Poetry Prose |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

Hummingbird Tunnel

Blue rivers pulse,
the arteries of pink land
stained black
with their secondary colour.

It flickers,
that tube of flesh,
a hummingbird's wingbeat
of living rhythm.

And I watch it.
Watch the rise and fall:
breathing in and crushing out
in a perpetual orgasm of pumping.

This is my blood.

.

And I watch it live.

Sarah Cuming : 19 Mar 2010 15:43 |  Tags: Blood Creative Writing Life Poetry |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

Insomnia Again

Sleep is impossible,
a dream darkened hatred
that sits on the horizon,
squatting,
a distant closeness.

My fingers stretch for it
even as my throat clenches in disgust,
sickened ripples
swallowing through the nightmares
of a new day.

I must not go to sleep ---

for that means I must soon

wake

up...

Sarah Cuming : 19 Mar 2010 15:40 |  Tags: Creative Writing Insomnia Insomnia Series Poetry |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem