The Stress of Her Regard

The goddess-w***e whose flying, flaming hair impales my heart with every strand yields and in surrender vanquishes me. Green eyes, the drowning-pool of my soul, flash at me as, impaled upon my sword, she dies not nor yields to me any victory but steals from me my strength and crushes me with callous disregard. I yearn for freedom but she prisons me with bonds. O tighter than any straps or chains those bonds of beauty and of silk. Languishing beneath the silken winding-sheet of her ardor, not dead nor dying but removed from life am I, murdered by the stress of her regard.
 

Author's Note

The Stress of Her Regard is a 1989 horror/fantasy novel by Tim Powers. It was nominated for the 1990 World Fantasy and Locus Awards in 1990, and won a Mythopoeic Award. The title of his work inspired this prosepoem.

Reviews

[cest la vie]

"The Stress of her Regard"- the title alone is a work in itself

I am not familiar with the novel, but no matter.. A whole tale was told in ten lines.
I so enjoy your pieces. Your skills are so wide and varied. It's like I visit a bookstore here and get to select from so many varying styles. Another wonderful write here.

[Phibby Venable]

i love the soft bondage and stressful entanglement..very vivid and creative.
wonderful writing.