This is my first poem written from a photo prompt from the folks at Magpie Tales.
I don’t know what is up with my propensity, lately, to write fictional poems, perhaps it is the novelist in me asking to be given voice.
Nonetheless, enjoy – and if you wondered how the image brought this about, have I got a story to tell you…. Just ask me…
I didn’t recognize him at
first
Not that Omar Shariff air
or that
Smile that sent jolts of
electricity
Down the edges of my skin
Straight into my gut
It took a third look
To tell me, in that space
of
My brain that houses the
Dangerous yet so
compelling
Cells that caused me to
taste
The blood through the bite on
my
Lip I had bit the moment I didn’t
Recognize him at first
Intriguing... I love that it took three looks, and also the flow of those words after that third look.
Great Magpie, Julie!
- Dina
Posted by: Dina Spice | June 17, 2010 at 07:12 PM
He must have been someone special.
Posted by: Stan Ski | June 17, 2010 at 07:45 PM
....I don't know....Omar Shariff is pretty sexy.
Posted by: willow | June 17, 2010 at 08:58 PM
One of my favorites....Doctor Zhivago...bkm
Posted by: Barbara | June 17, 2010 at 09:18 PM
Says a lot in a few words. Congratulations.
Posted by: Berowne | June 18, 2010 at 05:07 AM
Well done, Julie. That Omar Shariff air...
The river pictures are beautiful, too. Love them.
Posted by: brenda w | June 18, 2010 at 08:49 AM
Well done, Julie. That Omar Shariff air...
The river pictures are beautiful, too. Love them.
Posted by: brenda w | June 18, 2010 at 08:49 AM
Fiction that would be a lovely reality...very nice Magpie!
Posted by: Helen | June 18, 2010 at 09:34 AM
This has a lovely rhythm.
Loved how you ended it,
"Lip I had bit the moment I didn’t
Recognize him at first"
Posted by: Alexis @ Finding Prose | June 18, 2010 at 08:27 PM
love those last lines...nice magpie!
Posted by: brian miller | June 20, 2010 at 04:02 AM