Lament

Lament

Therein lies the roots of my destruction,

a weakness that sees me crumble

in the teeth of the gale of attention

lavished by a woman upon this wretched heart.

My unworthy, catholic self is easily flattered

into opening my being to such bold attentions,

the parched pain that has long wracked my soul

and cast me into the arid desert of disappointment

time and time again has left the deepest scars upon my flesh.

I drop my natural guard and offer up my breast

to the sharpened stake of voluptuous desire,

and overwhelmed by the touch and the taste

and the fragrance, I submit to the power of that

carnal craving.

And so here I am playing with fire once more

as if an infant who has never learned

not to be touching kettles.

 

16/03/15

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

being raised catholic myself....oh yes, the religion built on guilt...

and i too am "the infant who has never learned/ not to be touching kettles."

can't stop those carnal craving.

[Kelly Scheppers]

"And so here I am playing with fire once more
as if an infant who has never learned
not to be touching kettles."

I read this twice, and both times these lines resonated the most with me. Your words are enpowering, John...and I am one who has learned by them.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I wrote an autobiography called 'Touching Kettles' To my surprise it was very popular on Bebo (I think I posted it on here?). A short while ago my daughter wrote a poem in which she refers to 'touching kettles'. It made me so proud that she used the same phrase as I had used. Thank you Kelly and I am humbled.

[MOON]

Playing with fire , sometimes we repeat the same mistakes, poignant lovely write.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed. Thank you moon.