R.A.D. Stainforth in his black and white world...and so on...
out of nowhere,
swirl
before
I
can steady myself.
You
pick me up,
hurl
me hard,
somewhere
far,
deep as Shetland,
where
I land
naked
on a beach,
a
clam on the sand,
heady
with the scent
of
seashells, swallowed
in
chowder come.
image by Francesca Woodman
Quite the clam!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photo and I love the chosen words!
ReplyDeleteLovely prompt ~ I like your scented words ~
ReplyDeletePowerful imagery, Tess!
ReplyDeleteAhhh.... very sexy write. Oddly enough when I saw the Sunday whirl words they took me on a sexy/sensual path and your photograph this morning clinched it for me...lol
ReplyDeleteThis is very ...hot, hot, hot Tess. Lucky clam indeed.
Chowder come...Waves come. All out of nowhere. Clams generally bury themselves in the sand but your clam is exposed. Wowee. I went clamming in Mexico with my grandparents as a small boy. I remember losing patience with the hunt. I would have much preferred my clams to be far more accessible. That sentiment persisted throughout my life. Thanks for all you do, my friend.
ReplyDeleteDude didn't really just say "your clam is exposed", did he? Egads, methinks he did.
ReplyDeleteYes, I believe he did...
DeleteThe prompt disturbed me Tess, as did this in your face reading of your poem, so sensual and in the gaze. But, I have to tell you that this disturbance in my life caused me to spend time with an artist and art more provocative than Arbus and Monroe. And so I thank you for disturbing the ripples on my lake and challenging me to go under the surface where I have to face myself and give. I've had an amazing morning in the arms of this artist. And hours after writing my response, I realize that I am the shell!
ReplyDeleteThank you for this poem and prompt.
This poem is not easy to read ... I tried to convey the frank eroticism without a schoolboy snigger ...
DeleteSusan, I'm happy to have introduced you to the compelling, and sadly, far too few, photos by Francesca Woodman. One can't help but wonder of the art that might have been.
DeleteR.A.D., thank you...you presented this piece perfectly...
DeleteR.A.D., you blew me away with that reading. Impressive presentation. I enjoyed it very much ... and could almost see the corners of your mouth fighting not to rise.
DeleteSince you already know I'm a perv, I will totally admit to clicking on R.A.D.'s video just to hear him read that last line. Cheap thrills are still thrills, aye?
Deletewell now...that is rather hot...especially from naked on the beach tot he chowder...and before lunch even...smiles....
ReplyDeletewow that was some visuals your words instilled brilliant as always
ReplyDeleteTo quote Kevin Costner after watching Madonna in concert: "Neat".
ReplyDeleteTo quote Bart from Blazing Saddles:
"Excuse me while I whip this out".
I'm somewheres in between.
Top that Tess Kinkaid! I like a bit of eroticism on a Sunday morning! Boy could I do with a cigarette............and I haven't smoked for 8 years!!
ReplyDeleteIncredibly incredible!!
ReplyDeleteFlung far and wide..and still a pearl! The words you dare...amazing!Inspired..
ReplyDelete"swallowed
ReplyDeletein chowder come" ... Oh golly, that's a strong and surprising ending. :)
erotic but not pornographic.
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Especially love the beginning lines, maybe because I haven't gotten to the beach yet this year!
ReplyDeleteVery sensual poem - more really than the image which has a posed feel to me--and yet there's a kind of really disturbing kind of violent side too. (About the poem, not image, I mean). One has to hope that the beach is a bit protected. k.
ReplyDeleteI find this poem a wonderful dance of oral eroticism, rife with the marvelously heady scent...
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed doing your prompts and seeing what other can do with it. with that said I Like that you have it spoken as we read it, helps by adding a voice and tone for this cool poem that you've written.
ReplyDeleteA double entendre..... far flung and wonderful. Thank you for sharing Tess. I loved listening to the reading. Thanks R.A.D. =D =D
ReplyDeleteI really love R.A.D. reading this poem! There was a certain something there that wasn't before.
ReplyDeleteYou blew this right out of the water... as always!
Thanks everyone ... biggest thanks to Tess ... much appreciated ...
ReplyDeleteTess, thanks for taking me with you on this beAutiful Orgasm , great success, RAD! Got a smoke ?
ReplyDeleteGreat write!!
ReplyDeleteThe trick with the erotic poem is to take it gently and then make your move (a process that might, I guess, have a wider application), which is what you do, Tess, to excellent effect. A delight.
ReplyDeleteSuch vivid presence, in words, and the video, he is radiant in this!
ReplyDeleteCaught up in the throes (or "throws" perhaps) of the season. Quite the steamy little write, Tess. Nice sensual picture you've painted.
ReplyDeletePerfect. Erotic.... evocative..... what a mood was created....
ReplyDeleteI loved it.
Hugs,
♥ Robin ♥
Beautifully put, moody and sensual.
ReplyDeleteHot in my kitchen, that bubbling chowder. Let the tide of metaphor roll in. xxxxj
ReplyDeleteThat was something of a fling! Did I detect a twinkle in R.A.D's eye?
ReplyDeleteI saw an ad in a magazine today that was evocative of Willow Manor. I wonder if it was.
ReplyDeleteyour poems lately seem very sensual, erotic and suggestive. hmm.
ReplyDeleteDear Tess: Can never refuse a good clam chowder in the Shetlands; especially when told to "come" on down~
ReplyDeleteHad to do some 'googling' to properly understand the context (Shetlands, chowder, etc), but then it all made it sense after that... Thanks for sharing, and prompting me to learn some more.. :)
ReplyDeletegorgeous, a birth beautiful in its economy, if not a bit brutal,
ReplyDeletesurviving and dying.
Exquisite!
ReplyDeletei love this... the first 6 lines is what i am going through now... haist!
ReplyDeleteJJRod'z
How does this one manage to be subtle and blatant as all get out...all at the same time?
ReplyDeleteEven the double entendre had that quality, which is interesting considering that it made me clutch my pearls a bit. I may even have gasped...!
I did find myself turning the sound waaaay down to hear R.A.D. read it...because I have kids in the house this morning. (Full knowing they wouldn't understand yet feeling quite certain they would.)
;)
I appreciate your putting a COMMA after thanks (where you have the blogger icon). Alas! I fear only hardcore writers know how to punkUate. Ah! C'est la vie! (French: that's [the] life). God bless you. ...and keep-up the groovy punkUation which sets us above the rest. _thewarningsecondcoming.com_
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