Friday 2 July 2010

Sanguinello

This little acrostic poem on the theme of 'Orange' just won me the poetry comp over at Writing Mag's online writers' forum Talkback:

SANGUINELLO

O pen my hesitant flesh, devour me.
R ip my pored skin with your nails.
A ngle your tongue to penetrate,
N o drop of juice left unsucked.
G rasp my orb lest I slip through your fingers,
E nding my life cased in dust.

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6 comments:

  1. Wow, now I know what Sanguinello actually means now, I've just realised how brilliant this poem is, and is a well deserved winner!

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    Pixie x

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  2. Lily, you should be proud of yourself. I dont really do 'poetry' cos I suck at it, but that was a stonker. Loved it!

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  3. Cheers David. I used to write poems as a depressed teenager (in the olden days) but when I dug out what I'd written a few years ago, I discovered it was... crap.

    But there is something about poetry. I love the dance of words. Perhaps unsurprisingly I adore darker poetry - Sylvia Plath, W.B. Yeats, Blake etc. One of my favourite poems is the synaesthetic Voyelles by Arthur Rimbaud (think a 19th century Brian Molko from Placebo.)

    There are many tanslations in English online, but the French is so superior (for once!)

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  4. That should be 'translations', obviously!

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  5. That's outstanding, Lily, congrats! You definitely bloodied that orange. Every word is perfect.

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  6. I tried to grasp an orb one time and I got slapped. :P

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