A Nocturne for no Negligees

I neglect negligees now
bathing in a bed of rough cotton-
100 count shedding my soft skin.
Make me calloused and different
in this cave where even the moon
can’t dance on skin.
In my melatonin dreams I remember you,
and I’m wearing clothes crossing a river
with sticks, but I think that makes me
too heavy to reach you.

(napowrimo day 17…. for: http://www.napowrimo.net/day-seventeen-3/ and here: https://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/04/over-under-through.html)

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14 Comments

  1. sooo evocative in image. last line is killer

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  2. ‘cave where no moon dances’…just wonderful feeling in this.

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  3. Goodness. Awesome, awesome piece. And a great prompt mashup.

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  4. Kerry

     /  April 17, 2017

    Such a creative approach. I like the way you connect the tactile with the emotions.

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  5. so imaginative and love the allusion to river Styx

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  6. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

     /  April 17, 2017

    I think you captured the nocturne flavour very well.

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  7. sanaarizvi

     /  April 18, 2017

    This is soo incredibly eloquent!

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  8. Isadora Gruye

     /  April 18, 2017

    I really liked the fun word play in your first line, and how you use disconnection as a connection point. This voice is fresh and intriguing. Thanks for posting!

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