This triptych poem, also my first triptych chained hay(na)ku, was written for two prompts: Read Write Poem Prompt #50: Gothic (‘Tis the Season) and Poefusion’s Tuesday Title Prompt this week (from Billy Corgan’s book “Blinking with Fists”).
Rather than the old gothic tales we have gleaned so many of our metaphors and cliches from (dark, spooky castles in the middle of nowhere, graveyards, black roses, etc.), I decided to go biblical on your collective poetic asses. This poem, of course, is based on the biblical story of Sodom and Gomorrah.
This triptych poem can be read THREE ways actually, as opposed to two like my other ones. Of course, you can read across, and then down each section. You are also encouraged to read down the columns in all three sections as a third way to read the poem.
WARNING: This poem contains references to violence, sexual assault, and murder. If you are not comfortable with these subjects, I suggest you stop reading now.
If you’d like to read on, then enjoy.
|trees speak||in spite||of darkness|
|in hushed whispers||of silent consent||penetrating drunken eyes|
|to answer the||bearing liquid lust||of wanton men|
|West winds||howl dirges||in the|
|cheap wine||in murder||this night|
|cradles braying men||with stiff cocks||pointed at me|
|eyes only see||fresh young meat||sharp predaceous lust|
|serviceable flesh||drooling madmen||rape and|
|these shadows||the last||imprinted memories|
|scattered, blurred, ashen||fading, ragged breaths||a film negative|
|icy, slurred laughter||I am carrion||then these words:|
|still randy||let’s go||to Lot’s|
Written 10/26/08,10/27/08, and 10/28/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.