Silver and Saffron

Silver and Saffron

A Poem by Dressed in Poetry
"

Challenge: Write a poem inspired by a spice. (I chose "saffron.")

"

I must be clear:

He never touched me

In ways I did not let him.

Yet it always seemed that

He would leave me crushed

And crying out (on the inside)

For him to stop.

His lips would brush mine

In ways that felt forbidden, stolen -

Taken from me unwillingly,

Though I always returned them

However hesitatingly.

Even his hand upon mine

Felt wrong and made me

Weak, ashamed, but…

I never took my hand away.

The red dress in the corner

Was thrown there with reluctance,

But I had never truly protested

Or fought its placement there.

Surely, by not fighting, I said yes?

He gave me silver jewelry,

And acted like a gentleman,

Clasping every necklace for me,

But they hung like nooses.

When he left, I could see

Crushed saffron in his footsteps,

Broken petals who lost their voices

A long time ago.

© 2010 Dressed in Poetry


Author's Note

Dressed in Poetry
Picture: http://ictenbey.deviantart.com/art/SILENCE-69243859

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Featured Review

Footsteps of safron? Wow, does he know how much that stuff costs? :)

Like the exotic spice that went to waste, so did the redolence and zest of his mistreated mate. Precious herbs, and savories just like piquant paramours in our lives are delicate, and need to be handled with respect, and a gentle touch.

Being a chef I thought this poem was going to about the actual spice, nevertheless, I wasn't disappointed by the least bit. You're poem was seasoned just right, and simmered to perfection.

Loved it!
Antonio

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




Reviews

man..what a beautiful poem. The images are in HD.
I enjoyed the point that a lack of resistance can be
consent. You give the reader a few things to think about.
Great work.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Wow, I just loved the execution, the message, and the tragic story. I'm really intrigued by this. Adding to favorites.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Remarkably insightful, this poem exposes both sides of decision and subsequent consequences. I thought the message and the form were complimentary and expressed superbly.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Oh how love would drive us to act like slaves..having no will of us at all..
his lips stopped on mine,in a forbidden and stolen way,i was unwilling but returned them
even the hands upon mine something felt shameful but never took them away
the jewlery he placed on my neck and wrists hang like nooses but i never complained
then as he walk ,i felt crushed in his steps..and my voices all lost..ohh he had you mesmerized
such a control..full control love could take on us..i really loved this
lovely write..

Posted 11 Years Ago



3
next Next Page
last Last Page
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

1755 Views
24 Reviews
Rating
Shelved in 1 Library
Added on January 4, 2010
Last Updated on January 4, 2010
Tags: saffron, silver, rape, relationship, silence, broken

Author

Dressed in Poetry
Dressed in Poetry

Norman, OK



About
Je m'appelle Lauren. I'm very dramatic. Other random things about me: - I have a passionate love for all things ironic. - 80% of what I say is sarcastic. - I like big words. They are fun. - I .. more..

Writing

Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..


Succubus Succubus

A Poem by Muse