Seduction and destruction

The darkest night,
wore red lips and black fingernails.
Glossy hair like street lamps on dark pavement,
Trecherous
and slick with rain
She crossed your mind before you looked both ways
and you wished that you could turn back time and forget –

That darkest night,
she wore decadent jewelery
glittering strings of shattered glass
engraved with old accidents
written on windscreens
memories of impact circling her wrist in jagged reflections
sharp and shining like menacing jewels
that replaced the lightness of your day

That night, she is a memory now
but she wears your poems like a fitting dress of mourning
she took your own edges and bled them into her shadows
so you live them –
so vivid in black
you carry that darkness into day
she took your spirit
and you are haunted by her ghost

You will never forget
That night

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121 thoughts on “Seduction and destruction

  1. Ah, my dearest Rachel, I promised myself that I will quit blogging for three weeks but I couldn’t resist. I had to read your poem. It is gorgeous. The imagery is stunning. Seduction and destruction seem to be here the two sides of the same coin. That night…
    I miss your beautiful words Rachel…
    wishing you a wonderful week ahead
    🌸❤️💝🤗

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    1. G, your words make me smile without fail. Selfishly I am glad you have broken your blogging break so I can read these sweet words. But more so, I hope you have already resumed it because I know you are so snowed under.

      You interpreted this beautifully as always. I had a few different ideas in my mind as I wrote this and nearly thought I might turn it into a short story as I was struggling to cram it into a poem. I’m afraid as it stands it is not very cohesive, but I was enjoying the dark and seductive imagery and had an image of a car crash of a memory in my mind.

      Now, if you are reading this, get back to blogging rest my dear friend. I’m sending you lots of love and hugs across the oceans xoxo

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      1. Hello there, my fabulous Rachel. I got notified about your comment. What about that?
        I hope your are doing well and you are enjoying the spring. Is it almost summer?
        The poem is gorgeous. It comes together beautifully. It’s dark indeed. One thing about me: I love dark writings. Arthur Rimbaud is one of my favorites (But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter, A R.). I tend to write dark but I avoid posting dark writings. I should not. You gave me courage.
        A short story? I can’t wait to read it.
        Sending you lots of love, sweetheart.
        Send me a summer flower 🙂

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      2. How about that, it seems the universe, rather than the internet, is on my side 💜. It is technically almost summer G, but it is very much four seasons in one day – on Sunday I got both sunburnt and caught in freezing torrential rain. But the flowers G, they are amazing, peonies make me sigh and it is peony season… sigh.
        I love a little bit of darkness and bleak in writing too. You have inspired me to read Arthur Rimbaud – heartbreaking dawns, atrocious moons and bitter suns. Sounds entirely up my alley. I have been listening to an audio version of Neruda’s love poems lately, but romance (unless doomed) comes less naturally…. 😂. Please post your darkest of your dark writings Gabriela. Once you are back to blogging that is. Gosh, how I hope you are feeling like you are catching up, and also just relaxing and resting. Take care of yourself, promise!! 🌸🌼🌻🌷🌹🥀🌺

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      3. Thank you sweetheart. You take care of yourself too. Ah.. the flowers..
        I’ve never read one single poem by Neruda. I do not know why. I have over 4000 books in this house. Neruda is here somewhere. Now, that you are listening to his poems I am going to read him too.
        I do not know how I am feeling sweetheart but I am alive. That’s good I guess 🙂
        xoxoxo

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      4. Wow, I am officially inviting myself to your house and lingering over your bookshelves. 4000 books, I am not surprised given your talents, but I am impressed, wow!
Alive is good, but I’m hoping for some improvement on that for you, in the very near future. I’m going to send you peonies xoxox

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      5. Oh, you can come anytime sweetheart. The library is full, the two sofas in the foyer are full with books and my office is well .. I tried to organize some of the books in the office today so I can work.
        Anyway it will be a great pleasure to have you here.
        ❤️🌸💝🌺🌷

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  2. You’re the gal with a mind like a steel trap and a poison pen gripped by fingers tipped with painted talons. You write noir like a sucker punch from a mug named Knuckles in a dark alley on a rainy night.
    That’s a dark night that might be worth the regret! WOW!

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    1. I feel like I’m about to break out into a happy dance in response to this comment! I didn’t think about it being noir, but I think you picked up on something there, as I had the opening scenes from Mulholland Drive in my mind as I wrote this. A sucker punch??!! Love it! POW!!
      Thank you Tim, I’m smiling over here, like, proper 😂.

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  3. Let’s see…went fishing with my uncle this morning and caught a fish fry; Check – made some progress on a short story I’m writing; Check – spread a little happiness and joy tonight; Check.
    My day is complete! Dance like no-one is watching and keep smiling, properly of course!

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  4. I LOVED THIS POEM. I started getting scary-tingles at “Glossy hair like street lamps on dark pavement” and the tingles continued straight through, as when reading a seductively-scary part of a book you just can’t put down… this femme fatale, her self-assurance and self-awareness, instilling at once admiration and trepidation, and a warning…. very masterfully (or mstressfully) done, imho, Rachel. Just excellent.

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    1. Well, I gotta say, there’s nothing like a bit of caps lock to put a smile on my face (unless it’s angry caps lock I guess), so this…. yep, definitely smiling. I love it that you love this. I wasn’t sure about all of the characteristics of these ‘characters’ or what they were really up to in this poem so I’m ultra happy you saw it the way you did. It just evolved as I wrote it and as I said in another comment, I nearly felt like i should/could have made it into prose. Another time maybe.

      Thank you for always being so lovely about my poems, you have no idea how much I appreciate it. 😘🧡

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      1. As always dear Rachel, I love hearing about process… wonderfully dark, the way it evolved. Your poems make me lovely about them… bewitching words, or enchanting, as the case may be from poem to poem. 😉🎩😇🦹‍♀️

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  5. Your words seductively drowned me in the darkness they created. And that simile of hair like lampight…oooh!! How skillfully you played with words to create such a scintillating verse.
    Rachel, this is so enthralling! You amaze with each verse you write! ❤️❤️

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    1. Aww Punam, thank you for always being so sweet. I’m so glad you liked that line about hair like lamplight, but I love this “seductively drowned” – that is gorgeous, dangerously gorgeous and could only come from a skilled writer as yourself! Thank you, so much dear friend ❤️❤️

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  6. Rachel, I miss you my friend and miss your poetry.

    There’s a war between seduction and destruction that both sides rise and fall, no one ever wins. And the cycle repeats only in the end will love stop both from fighting. Love is the answer and love conquers war.

    Gosh! I miss reading your work. 🙂 I’m glad I’m here. 🙂

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    1. Charlie! I’m glad that you’re here to my friend. I have often thought of you and wondered how you are… miss your work too. How are you?

      You are so correct about love being the answer. Love, in which destruction has no place… 🙂

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      1. I’ve thought about you as well my friend. 🙂

        My life has been on highs and lows. It’s good at the moment and life just hits me out of nowhere. All in all I’m good. 🙂 Been working on new writing material, so lots of good stuff coming soon. 🙂

        Love is power, love is a fighter, love never gives up, love is strength, and love is what unites humanity against the forces of evil in our planet. 🙂

        We are the answer.

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      2. I am so glad you are feeling good at the moment, but wish there weren’t so many highs and lows… well, at least not so many lows. I love what you have said there about love so much -do you realise how powerful and inspiring it sounds? I need to quote it back for both of us to read again.

        “Love is power, love is a fighter, love never gives up, love is strength, and love is what unites humanity against the forces of evil in our planet. 🙂

        We are the answer.”
        Wow. Thank you, Charlie.

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      3. I didn’t fully realized what I said. Maybe I felt it at that moment and plus, I was feeling a little gloomy yesterday when I expressed it.

        I meant what I said and I just want this world to be in the hopes of love, respect, unity and peace.

        “Love is power, love is a fighter, love never gives up, love is strength, and love is what unites humanity against the forces of evil in our planet. 🙂
        We are the answer.”

        Quote it back to you so you can feel happy. 🙂

        You are welcome Rachael. It’s good to be back blogging and feeling good. 🙂

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    1. Hi… I’m very touched that you find my comments genuine and would like me to be a ‘beta reader’ (I just saw your post about that). But… I’m not sure I have the skill to be able to review your work in a useful way before you post it. I’m not great at giving ‘critical’ feedback, I just like to comment on writing I genuinely like. Im also not sure if realistically I have the time to set aside reliably to do it. Having said that, I’m happy to give my thoughts on your work prior to posting if there is something specific you would like comment on. Good luck, you seem like you’re really focussed on progressing your writing, and you’re doing a great job!

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  7. Seduction plays out in fortune, and destruction befriends it in a path to glee. But this poem is spectacular vase heated in the middle holding its beauty and its splendor. Great, great piece.

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  8. Amazing R.

    Really dark and brooding but somehow imbued with love and memories of poetry laid across the heart.

    I wish I’d written this line (I rarely say that to ANYONE! ):

    “She crossed your mind before you looked both ways…”

    I mean. …YES.

    ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♥♥♥♥♡♡

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    1. Not gonna lie, I was hoping you might like this post. And I’m secretly dancing a little happy dance that you liked that line!! Feeling all privileged and everything, yay!

      Thank you, my Fiery and gorgeous friend, I’m going to go all flowery on you 🌺🌸🌺🌸🌺❤️

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  9. “she took your own edges and bled them into her shadows
    so you live them –
    so vivid in black
    you carry that darkness into day
    she took your spirit
    and you are haunted by her ghost

    You will never forget
    That night”

    If there were a scene that used to play on repeat, it would basically be this passage. The entire poem is a masterpiece, eeriely feels like mind reading lol

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  10. The imagery here, the mood, the beauty and power is simply enchanting. I don’t think anyone can write anything ever so brilliant as you. Each line has a distinct flavor that’s delicate and measured, each image a new fantasy in a known city; all a part of a poem that extends the borderline of human ability beyond imagination, from a poet whom in our hearts we have already given every Nobel Prize, and made the winner to all poetry competitions that exist. It is tough to both write something that is so deep, it turns into a quote; and something that is also cool and modern. But you are the genius of verse.

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    1. I feel like I have been given such high praise here, and I have to thank you from the bottom of my heart., I’m a little speechless that you would write these amazing things about something I’ve written. You really are too kind to me. Thank you, to be honest you’ve made me feel pretty amazing.

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  11. This… feels like a reel from ‘Night and the City’ (1950)…

    It feels inked in a fever dream…

    It feels like a velvet stare cast in the tall shadow of a derelict, brick building…

    It feels like torn stockings…

    It feels like wet concrete and smeared lipstick…

    And I adore how it opens with such unapologetic sensuality.

    “The darkest night,
    wore red lips and black fingernails.
    Glossy hair like street lamps on dark pavement,
    Trecherous
    and slick with rain”

    It feels like a film noir where the villain is irresistible.. a crime novel with an ambiguous ending …

    An ache and a dollar short…

    You are such a master of ambiance Rachel. ❤

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    1. April….. you have written a poem here:

      “It feels inked in a fever dream…
      It feels like a velvet stare cast in the tall shadow of a derelict, brick building…
      It feels like torn stockings…
      It feels like wet concrete and smeared lipstick… “

      I’ll tell you what reading this comment feels like – pure silk trailed across bare skin. It feels like you stepped inside this scene, took one look and felt exactly what you were seeing. I LOVE this and would wait a thousand years for it.

      Have you seen Mulholland Drive? I wrote this after rewatching the opening scenes…. i haven’t rewatched the rest yet, but I’m feeling in the mood for more, of the movie and the inspiration.

      You’re amazing, thank you so, so much. 💋🦊♾🎀❤️ xox

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