Love Is A Harlot

A fickle seductress....that is love.

Love; she is a faceless harlot-

And the betrayer of the blind.

She’s a mistress robed in scarlet,

Sipping the wines of our mind.

 

 

Her many suitors come a’ calling,
They are all wishing for her hand.
‘Tis her affections worth their falling?
Ne’er more would they withstand!

 

All their hands reaching for her favor,
And then clamoring to her bidding.
Would she grant a taste to savor?
If so, a full goblet be then fitting.

 

She assails a most unassuming gent,
With no hesitation, he gladly gives in.
Crimson lips kissing the wine he sent,
Spellbound, he unaware of his chagrin.

 

Thirst unquenched for this trusting beau,
She asks for one flavored with his soul.
Her goblet full - his finest vintage flowed,
Aroma uncorked, praises to be extolled.

 

A temptress fickle, finds his wine unsavory,
His heart broken, for she has drunk her fill.
Glimpsing another – he a picture of bravery,
Trampling his vineyard; his wine will spill.

Reviews

[Canadian Peach]

Good Evening C.T. Bailey...what a wonderful way to start reading on this site, with such a potent sketch of the personification of love at it's dire best.

My fav line: Would she grant a taste to savor?....typical of the tease only to be snatched away. Most likely, at her decision...ha!

Dramatic poet, well done!

[Jeanne Broome]

I fully agree with Mark and Constance...the imagery and figurative language is lovely and sad at the same time. I could really feel his misery and broken heartedness...loved this poem Todd. Ahhh! Yes...I have actually been in his shoes and know that pain.

A temptress fickle, finds his wine unsavory,
His heart broken, for she has drunk her fill.
Glimpsing another � he a picture of bravery,
Trampling his vineyard; his wine will spill.

[Constance]

Gorgeous imagery and use of figurative language! I love this one!!! Sorry I'm so behind on reading you (and everyone else) I'm so stressed I'm not even writing lately.

[Mark D. Chevalier]

I say old chap, nicely done!
The third-person perspective really gave this poem depth. It speaks to the misery that can be and often is love. Ah yes...we want, we yearn, we seek it out and then..."his wine will spill."
Excellent poetry Todd!
M

[Sarah McKeever Hitt]

"Crimson lips kissing the wine he sent,
Spellbound, unaware of his chagrin."

exceptional in it's dark beauty. I love this writing.

[Angelic Darkness]

This flowed like a old worldy. I really like your word
usage, and the descriptions of love. I find it amusing
however that you used "love" as a she:).

AD

[Arsalan...]

very intense my friend.