It was a fun packed evening, filled with all sorts of poetry. Much of the poetry was based around the three themes, which were selected last month: Forbidden Love, Cave and Silver. Many of the poems shared were quite humorous, indeed, having missed last month's meeting, I shared my notorious poem 'The Ballad of the Chris Hoy Incident', which was inspired by last month's themes of Chris Hoy, Pornography and Misunderstanding.
It never ceases to amaze me with the themes we work on both for Colchester Poetry and SKOPT. Everyone came up with a different take on the words. Amongst those presented tonight were biblical themes, the Chilean Miners, vampires, inappropriate romance, heartbreak and many more. People also shared poems on a selection of other themes. I felt quite inspired afterwards.
I managed to present a poem which includes all three. It is below.
Deadly Love
by Annie Bell
They met in a dingy
tavern
In June of eighteen
sixty five.
He caught her eye
across the room.
He made her feel alive.
She was not supposed to
be there.
Her father would be far
from glad.
If he knew she was
looking at
A man, he'd go quite
mad.
Approaching her, he
slipped his hand
Around her fine and
slender waist.
He whispered in her
naïve ear,
“Please, let me have
a taste.”
Under his dark spell,
she nodded;
Consumed by grim
desire, she moaned.
He kissed her dainty,
china neck.
Ecstatically, she
groaned.
Obsessed, ensnared, she
loved him so.
With just one fateful
kiss.
She promised she would
go with him,
Not knowing what she'd
miss.
The next night, they
were due to meet.
Her father, horrified
and mad,
Forbade their love and
broke her heart.
She was completely sad.
One day, out walking in
the street,
She found a strange old
man, who knew
Him well, who'd reunite
them by
The light of the full
moon.
She crossed his palm
with silver coins.
He led her to a hidden
cave.
He promised she would
see her love
If she could just be
brave.
The cave was cold, dank
and dreary,
As willingly, she
stepped inside.
When she beheld what
lay within,
Her mouth hung open
wide.
There, lay his body, on
the ground,
Pale, strong, quite
naked and asleep.
Seating herself, right
beside him,
'Twas their secret to
keep.
She'd been desperate
just to know him
To understand his soul
inside;
So silent and
mysterious,
So strange and keen to
hide.
And now, she saw the
grisly truth,
No single syllable she
spoke.
He'd lured her to his
cave of Death.
At that moment, he
awoke.
He laid her down upon
the ground;
The damp seeped through
her hooded coat.
He kissed her softly,
tenderly
And nuzzled her white
throat.
His fangs sank in, he
drained her blood.
She breathed her final,
rasping breath.
Knowledge of him
coursed through her mind
Then she succumbed to
death.
© Annie Bell 2012
If you are interested in poetry, then come along to next month's meeting on the 6th November 2012 at 15 Queen Street, Colchester. The themes will be: Injury of the Leg, Visitor and Dessert Wine.
In addition to this, this Saturday (13th October), at 15 Queen St will be Open Mic Night - an excellent evening of poetic gorgeousness. Come along and enjoy it!
In addition to this, this Saturday (13th October), at 15 Queen St will be Open Mic Night - an excellent evening of poetic gorgeousness. Come along and enjoy it!
