Adultery – Poetry

Adultery

By J. A. Weymouth

 

Honour slips past vague eyes and is placed away from the window.

Red skirts wave mockingly through rigid movements as they catch each stair.

Her lips are not glass but flicker still beyond the chamber door.

A catch of cold breath rises in the air and falls onto the dust covered mirror.

Wooden sounds against the house reverberate thoroughly creating a cacophony of lust.

Hallowed emptiness lives still beyond layered silk.

And all this wanting is left with a pained stroke

gone once out of a knowing trust.

21 thoughts on “Adultery – Poetry

  1. I liked what I read, Adultery.. As I was reading it, a hollow feeling came over me, almost an emptiness. I’m not sure if that was your intention. It kind of made me a bit sad.

    • I’m kind of glad that this poem was able to stir up some deep emotion, but another part of me is upset that it made you feel sad. Oh dear. Thank you for commenting though, it does mean a lot. I do hope you feel better πŸ™‚

      • Oh don’t be upset, my feelings come and go. πŸ™‚ You’re very welcome for the comment, have a good evening.

  2. This was rather pretty, and I liked the touch at the end that shows that there’s something to the immediate beauty of the act that doesn’t quite make up for the cost afterwards. It conveyed a lot in quite a few words. I liked it a lot.

  3. Everything has it price … And then there is kharma … Maybe coming back as an animal next time around is the easier way out after all …

  4. Hi red, thanks for your kind words on my blog, now I see this, and I am even more honoured, you write very powerful. I love “wooden sounds”.

  5. I like this poem. It’s very sexy. It’s definitely more about sexuality than sex (I hope that makes sense) and that makes it really interesting rather than gratuitous and pornographic.

    • I was hoping for more of the sexuality part then about the sex. It can be the fantasy, the idea, rather than the actual act of adultery. I was trying to describe the beauty and despair of it. Thank you for commenting πŸ™‚

  6. The line ‘Her lips are not glass but flicker still beyond the chamber door’ caught my eye, beautiful use of language, intriguing and evocative. Good to make your acquaintance πŸ™‚

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