Love Poem to Fury
by Lindsey Young
Friday, November 02, 2007
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I'm taking a creative writing class at MSU, and I was recently introduced to the poetry of Catherine Pierce. She's best known for her love poems to abstractions, and one of our class assignments was to write a love poem in her style. Here's my go at it.
Fury, I am aching for your blood-beat, the wicked
Black-knuckled pulse of you. I want your fingers like
Matches, your unfinished cigarette
Smoldering on the carpet;
I want the feral coil of your arms.
Kiss me with your mouth of daggers,
Howl red tempests into my ears until they
Blister, slaughter my inhibitions, make me pulse
Crimson. You are the dark squall behind my eyes,
Cerberus panting in the sun; all
Writhing hell and hurricane.
Lash me down, fight me, twist me
Into something livid, scour me with the
Shock of you. And when the hem of night is
Scorched by morning, leave me as
As you came, singed and
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|Reviewed by David Hightower
|Lindsey - Charlie sang your praises so I knew you must be good. She was right. I love the vivid physicalness of your images and the wild, yet controlled rhythms of your words. The poem pulses with life. - David|
|Reviewed by Sam Burcham
|really, really, good....|
|Reviewed by Charlie
|Good, strong, original, vivid phrasing. Superb use of hyphenated words. "White-hot alive" is a good description of this poem. You're good. You are very good. Listen to your friend. Quit chinking your poems like Emily Dickenson. You should be read!|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I am not familiar with Catherine Pierce but, in my humble estimation, I think you did this really well, Lindsey. Love and best wishes,