Under ambrose pale that has painted the leaves
upon the ground,
the long shadows of early September and the last remnants
of cerulean blue Summer,
I have mastered the art of getting by
my determination raging in every drop of my blood and snakeskin.
Mercurial and wayward is lust,
that has discovered its way deep into the shy regions
mark my shoulders with the willfulness of night,
let it settle somewhere between the grey smudged sky
and my sensuality,
I am a seamstress of plain dealing,
arbiter of wild and tame
in dreams I dance with love sliding down as moonlight
down my length,
I, too gentle for words, am a product of Virgo Rising.
I am a woman wrapped in poesy, a flickering naked candle flame
let me guide you
to the secret places in your soul, do you ever wonder
just how decadent it gets- undulating
like ivory waves on the ocean your senses follow mine,
as I continue to be unapologetically myself.
Photo credits: Seamstress, @catschappach
Posted for ‘Kerry’s Challenge’ @ Real Toads
and Posted on Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
The last line makes this poem.
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
This poem builds up and I feel sorry for the poor seamstress. I feel a slowing climax is reached with the lone I liked best, “let me guide you
to the secret places in your soul.”
I enjoyed reading it and will read it again
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Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
This is an excellent poem Sanaa, rich and deep, brimming with imagery. Wonderful to read!
Thank you so much, Rob 😀 so good to see you ❤️
I am a seamstress of plain dealing,
arbiter of wild and tame
in dreams I dance with love sliding down as moonlight
down my length…
Fabulous writing, Sanaa. I love the way you used key phrases to reference the art in a poem that remains entirely true to your style and themes.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt) 🌹
It was the title that first grabbed me, Sanaa, and the stubble plains touched with velvet hue, which recalled a landscape by van Gogh. I enjoyed exploring your poem, which took the image to the outer limits! I particularly love the lines:
‘I am a seamstress of plain dealing,
arbiter of wild and tame
in dreams I dance with love sliding down as moonlight
down my length’
and
‘… I continue to be unapologetically myself.’
Bravo!
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️
A seductive musky coo of verse, Sanaa, naked as a bath. -We are both invited and warned.
Thank you so much, Brendan 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
Powerful stuff, girl. The second stanza, especially.
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This rich and deep with meaning and determination. Beautiful.
Thank you so much, Vivian 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Yes, that last line…love it. Love the whole poem. Such creative word crafting.
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so good to see you ❤️
A wonderful mix of ‘plain dealing’, dancing dreams, and above all sensuality. The phrase that particularly reverberated for me was your self-description as ‘a flickering naked candle flame’. I also admire how you made that incredibly long title work so perfectly.
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Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Really nicely described. I like the characterization, and it seems there is a strength here in that last line. All we can really do is be unapologetically ourselves!
Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Wonderfully written! I especially love it from “I am a seamstress of plain dealing” down.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
It is good to be yourself – I love how your poem builds to this conclusion
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Jae ❤️
That last verse… I love how it’s both an invitation and challenge. It’s shouting “Taste the richness…but know that even this sharing happens because it gives me pleasure.”
Thank you so much, Rommy 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Hi there again Sanaa, another delightfully rich piece wreathed in a deep sensuality and an equally honest and deep understanding of what it is to be both viscerally and sensually alive… Never quite seen you as a Medusa though! And an acceptance, as well as an expression of sexuality within yourself needn’t make you so… As such a transcend at poet and lover – a siren or sorts – Yes… But a more joyful and benevolent one, I trust… Hey! Ho! Rather as dear Rommy tenderly and honestly alludes to, I think – in her very open comment above…
Awwww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Scott 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️
Ooops! Just noticed that the first line of my comment should read: “….. Viscerally, sensually and spiritually alive…”
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This an amazing mix of gentle and sinuous images, an unexpected contrast and complement to the image.
Thank you so much, Chrissa 😀 so good to see you ❤️
“I am a seamstress of plain dealing” – so squarely centering. Feels like the root of all the sensuous wonder and determination and the back bone of refusing to apologize. I do love your way with words, Sanna. So fulfilling to read.
Thank you so much, H.Hennenburg 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
The last five lines of the second stanza are just wonderful. “I am a seamstress of plain dealing / arbiter of wild and tame” dances into the flesh and bone and warms everything. The lines read like energy that won’t be denied (or change… if they don’t want to).
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
I really love all the detailed description, and that end
spoken like a true temptress:
let me guide you
to the secret places in your soul, do you ever wonder
just how decadent it gets
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
You gotta respect that! She is all that!
😉
that’s awesome Sanaa. you do you. nice poem!
Thank you so much, James 😀 so good to see you ❤️
‘in dreams I dance with love sliding down as moonlight
down my length,’ … a stunning line of poetry … absolutely brimming with sensuality and life.
Thank you so much, Wendy 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
“I am a seamstress of plain dealing,
arbiter of wild and tame
in dreams I dance with love sliding down as moonlight
down my length,”
Sensual and sexual meet in a great poem.
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
How important it is to be who you want to be and not join a clan of clones. Earlier you mention getting by so I hope that achieving also come into play as surely it will with the quality of your poetry Sanaa.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Robin ❤️
A girl who knows who she is! Like many others, I enjoyed: I am a seamstress of plain dealing,
arbiter of wild and tame
Thank you so much, Margaret 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️