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The Peacock's Court

Sarah Cuming : 05 Apr 2010 20:43 |  Tags: Peacock Photographs Photography Poetry |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

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

I belong to Eve: or, The Angel's Plea (audio)

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For some reason the audio and video recording thing on the blog entry creator wouldn't work today (I think I may have screwed up the commands for my microphone software somehow...), so made a recording in Windows Media Player, and it should open if you click the above link.

Wanted to put a recording of this up, because the poem structure doesn't necessarily work so well on paper, but it functions more like a dramatic monologue and works relatively nicely when you act it out.

Sarah Cuming : 12 Feb 2010 00:07 |  Tags: Creative Writing Photographs Photography Poetry Religion Video |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

Re–write of "I belong to Eve".

I belong to Eve

or

The Angel's Plea.

Every Man hears the Redeemer's call,
but they have made wrongdoing a habit.
Nothing's strong enough
to stop them falling for apples.

In that sticky sweetness
sounds the voice of the Devil's lawyer,
pleading his case.
They are the little Children
never taught to say no to strangers.

Every Man heard the Christ-child's call,
one blazing scream of ecstatic light -
but it was fleeting,
and left them no residual sweetness.

The truth has died,
red skin pierced by the hungry mouths
of six billion snakelings.
Shadows encroach upon the borders of Eden,
but the Light is blind.

They never meant for it to turn out like this.

You are meant to be their Healer,
but your cure has proven ineffective.
They need another drug.

What are you going to do?

Sarah Cuming : 11 Feb 2010 23:28 |  Tags: Creative Writing Photographs Photography Poetry Re-Write Religion |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

Lizard–Skin Shower Door

Sarah Cuming : 04 Oct 2009 00:12 |  Tags: Lizard Photographs Photography |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem