Tritania for Titania -June Decastich Ten Lline Poem Challenge

[EllenMore]

Fellatio

He stood before me, cock erect,
and I wanted to study it,
bobbing as it did
in rhythm to his semi-rapid heartbeat.

I loved that I had the power
to incite him to that selfless state
where his genes wanted to own mine.

I also enjoyed teasing him, my finger
flitting just under his glans,
before taking him wholly into my mouth.

 

[Piscator]

Love in a Canoe

“A Canadian is somebody who knows how to make love in a canoe.” — attributed to Pierre Berton, 1973

We
fucked in my
my canoe, but
it was never love.
Rather primal rutting
hormonal, phermonal with
no pussy footing around
just my cock thrust deep
into her sodden cunt,
even as we tipped.​

 

[Piscator]

This Started as a Tritania for Titania in a Midsummer Night’s Dream (1)

Start with an obscure form of poetry,
a female role in Shakespeare comedy
to find yourself in gender politics.

With changeling, colonial politics
mask anonymity in poetry
and subjugation into comedy

To mix sixteenth century comedy
with twenty-first century politics
without doubt produces bad poetry

Poetry comedy and politics
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(1) Titania in a Midsummer Night’s Dream

 

[butters]

promised storm is yet to loose

...any more than tease enough
to halt electric outdoors doings

one moment all's a painting rendered greys
skies a blunted sword—breath's held

relief then lost as blues burn bright
all growth green green green green green

hot breezes split rain's gift—
this hill a pebble in a river of air

dog warns cows back off!
at the growl and thunder of mowing

 

[29wordsforsnow]

quondam

In the chamber where my Molly was living
she poured me a jar of distilled summer
a taste unlike any, hers was sweet'n'easy

Twirling in her dress of summer
you know she tricked me easy
that's what she did for a living

She promised all would be so easy
beyond the realm of the living
downing my end of the summer

Summer time and the living was easy

 

[29wordsforsnow]

let me confess
about the mess
beneath my headdress
the madness
and sadness
tucked away under the mattress
of a headless
and restless
eyeing a world in constant distress
such a mess, yes

 

[Remec]

Looking Back

Back in the day, before things really
got all tied up and busy, when we'd miss
one another and couldn't catch a break;

I'd think, whatever happened? Did we break
things when we insisted on growing up? Really?
But we always said adolescence wasn't something we'd miss;

Not that that was true. Of course we would miss
it--even the parts that rubbed us raw and tried to break
us down into mewing children once more. No, really;

Sometimes, I really miss having an actual summer break. Don't you?

 

[Tzara]

Haptic

When I'm with you,
it's like I'm blind
and deaf and

I can't taste anything
but desire.
I find your body

in this darkness only by scent.
And all I know of you
is how my fingertips are electrified

by their slow coast along your skin.

 

[Angeline]

Sometimes you write for yourself
because your dearest friend is gone
eight months almost and there's no one

here to quote A Hard Day's Night,
"Torpedoed again, eh" and just laugh,
or imitate your crazy Uncle Joe,

who wasn't even related to anyone,
loved opera, and one memorable year
ate soap he thought was Christmas candy.

He called everyone Zootsie.

 

[Lyricalli]

His words inked into her arm
handwriting a distant memory
still familiar
the little girl I remember
now as old as we were then

I can almost feel his pride
and curse again the time
he never got to spend
listening to Jimmy Buffett, sailing the Atlantic
watching his daughter grow up

 

[Piscator]

Red

Red blood was shed as their land was taken
Red graves lie unmarked behind shuttered schools
Treaties flouted through Parliament's rules
With redskins confined to reservation
Red songs unsung and red tongues forgotten

Tear off the scab of self-denial
Beneath the skin all our blood is red
Together mourn unforgotten dead
Canada's past is now on trial
Time to reright the Indian File.