Monday, April 16, 2012

The Suitor


The Suitor
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson

Never think he failed
to bring
anything (that mattered)
to the table.
He braved stone walls.

Flowers in hand and
feminine side intact
(albeit upside-down and
naked to her eyes),
he held his horses.
Proud steeds that
could not hold her––fast
mounts, yes, but
withered by her gaze.
Made small by she
who freely
scorned the ground.

He watched her go,
unmanned (and now
unwomanned), save for
just that aching part
still his to claim.
Stripped down,
exposed, hung
supine from the ledge.

She stepped out, and
the roofs shone red
as bloodlust––burned so
hot his soul was seared.

Redeemed or ruined, he
deemed the wound
skin deep. (His skin.)
Three layers only.
Each one gladly giv'n––
by love consumed.

The soft voice whispered,
Who needs layers at all?

She floated backward, held
him with dark eyes.
Her fruit drooped, ripe
and heavy...oozed so sweet.
He tasted fear as she
suffused his senses––
sated him.
He gorged on hope
long after hope was gone.

the woman in the moon
took notes (not notice).
And the world went on.


Kat Mortensen said...

You've done an admirable job with this, Sue.

Other Mary said...

What a strong opening line, and my other favorite is, ' for just that aching part still his to claim.Stripped down, exposed, hung supine from the ledge.'

jen said...

You had me at Chagall, dear. Love that guy. And wow. Another good one!

Catfish Tales said...

Those men, they think so linearly, don't they? :)

Helen said...

Love that you saw a woman in the moon! Your poem is incredible ...

Anonymous said...

Just terrific--you really used the painting in a marvelous way to make your own very human myth. Wonderful. K.

karen said...

Wow... just... WOW.

Gail said...

Wow!!!!! Super fantastic, I didn't even go there but you did. Man, what a journey!

Anonymous said...

The word-smithing here is off-the-charts good! Vb

Daydreamertoo said...

Phewww... I thought the bridegroom was already eyeing someone else. LOL
We all had such different interpretations of this painting. Yours is really good :)

Anonymous said...

well the world carries on regardless, doesn't it? ;) and yes, what an adventure, spellbinding really. love "unmanned (and now unwomanned)"

Linda said...

I love the details from the art that you crafted into your poetic response, Sue. You have given a new life to all the characters Chagall painted here. Their complexities are captivating. Thank you for sharing this.

bunnygirl said...

Wow, great job and very sensual!

Brian Miller said...

sue this is wonderfully def take all the eye can see int he picture and really bring it to life...what a tale as well...nice...

Leovi said...

A great poem. Yes, time is ticking and the earth keeps turning.

Trellissimo said...

I like the way you have incorporated every element of the picture into your poem.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

This is excellent!

Anna :o]

Little Nell said...

Wonderful. Using the details of the painting to add flesh to your poem is very clever.

Tess Kincaid said...


Grandma Honey said...

Mysterious. You have a way....

Anonymous said...

the woman in the moon took notes...hmmmm...that's an interesting concept!!

i like your take on the prompt

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Carrie Burtt said...

LOVE that last stanza!! :-)

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