First light, or: The rolling fog

From the divan, she could barely make out
first light through the rolling fog in her head;
rising, she shivered, instinctually
pulling the strap of her cotton chemise 
up over her shoulder; glancing at her
reflection in the cheval glass mirror.

She cringed at smeared makeup and red wine stains,
noting the confetti sparkling in her
thick raven mane... oh, no... the masquerade
party!

Suddenly her memories of the night
flooded back; she spun back to the divan
to see that squat goblin of a trumpet 
player lying naked and unconscious,
her panties atop his head... 

His leering eyes and groping hands flashed through
her mind; "C'mon, Baby, you'll lemme put
it in your little hidey hole, woncha?"
Retching, she braced herself against the wall, 
vomiting all over the beautiful 
Tea with Florence paint.

d’Verse poetics prompt

Colour me poetry

At d’Verse, poets were encouraged to choose one of these paint names listed below and use it as the inspiration for their poems (If youโ€™re feeling like more of a challenge, see how many of them you can incorporate):

  • Trumpet;
  • Tea with Florence;
  • Chemise;
  • Confetti;
  • Goblin;
  • Mirror;
  • Rolling fog;
  • First light;
  • Hidey hole;
  • Masquerade

Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

51 thoughts on “First light, or: The rolling fog”

  1. Good grief David, ALL of the paint names! You are a story teller and no mistake. Loved it.

  2. What a disturbing tale. I hoped that there would be a knife piercing that squat goblin. Then the vomit could spray. A different and unsettling one, David. ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. About 2/3 in I got the sensation I shouldnโ€™t be reading this!๐Ÿ˜‚ By the end I was sure of it!!๐Ÿคฃ๐ŸคฃReally unsettling in a most compelling way!!! Very effective. Fearless! You killed the exercise! Not sure itโ€™s a poem or prose but itโ€™s fantastic!!

    1. โค ๐Ÿ™‚ Steven โค ๐Ÿ™‚ ~ I totally agree with you – I think it's some combination of prose & poetry – it does adhere to blank verse, but it's written in a very prose-like way… although I did take liberties with the grammar in a few spots.

      -David

  4. Love the uncanny frankness in your write David! It puts the whole perspective into imaginative realism!

    Hank

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