The Revenant

Magpie Tales blog invited people to submit a poem or vignette based on this picture.

Ophelia – Odilon Redon

Here’s mine:

The Revenant

She’ll get you in the end,

Stretched out and unaware,

Or watchfully expectant,

She’ll come, she always does

Unable to resist, you’ll slip

Down gradually, gratefully,

Allowing sky and clear blue water

To do their work, re-pour the mould

Hag-like at times, she crouches,

Opening only to tighten her grip,

Taking hold, relentlessly sinking

In slipping off,  you’re blinking in surprise

Armed with cocked and deadly flowerings,

The maiden picks you off with horrific ease,

Bathing you long, and deep, and warm,

Resistance muted in a stench of rotten perfume

Or clasping tight she’ll enfold yourself

In the depths of half whispered longing,

Reinserting forcefully a thing you’ve slipped,

Allowed to drift from innocence to guilt

Reaching urgent from the brown earth,

Grasping inevitably from the depths,

Shrieking from above, she’ll frame you

Tightly, you will submit, submerge.

Link to Magpie Tales.

http://magpietales.blogspot.co.uk/

10 thoughts on “The Revenant

  1. Water covers all the sins of the world, eh ! .
    Reminds me of the Alison Krauss song from “oh brother where art though” . Great work !

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