Celebratory rather than
plaintive poesy
Sixteenth century sonnet, Augustan approach, Mid Victorian mishmash, possibly pre-Raphaelite in perception. Bit of a stylistic mix. Fun but sincere .
I dream of pearl beauties whose purity rests
in sweet perfection on their home, your breasts;
the white globes with their gleaming, lustrous glow
could only redouble the glories that they show;
their own, and that glory which your breasts display
together set forward in magnificent array.
I dream of rubies and their blood red fire
fuelled by the flame of every man's desire
cabochon cut with surface smoothly round
set on the white of your bosom's curving mound
reflecting the colour of your nipples' red
as if some wounded heart had thereon bled.
I dream of these jewels, but waking must declare
that against them your beauty is beyond compare .
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Written by mia_ms_kim (1057 comments posted) 6th June 2008 |
This seems to smack of Song of Solomons, but more condensed and intense. (Actually, metaphors Solomon uses to describe his beloved’s beauty are rather archaic, and not very flattering to the modern women!)
This is actually almost worshipful of women, not worshipping women, but the beauty that uniquely belongs to women, that I think only men have the eyes to see. (Women don't think of ourselves this way though we can covet good looks because women generally want to be beautiful in men's eyes, hence the billion dollar cosmetic & plastic surgery industry.)
I felt the ruby/blood metaphor was intense and beautiful - as if you are honouring the pain and heartache women go through as they mature in their womanhood, and see their wounds and scars as a higher type of beauty - a badge of true mature womanhood??? (And who doesn't have them? the aches and pains of motherhood, marriage, sickness and life's blows, wears and tears…)
BTW, I've noticed that almost all plastic surgeons are men. I haven't seen one female plastic surgeon who performs surgery on women's breasts. I think it's because it takes men to appreciate the unique feature that women have but men don't. It seems an almost an act of worship, and women's bodies serve as the temple or the shrine.
The last line specifically seems to honour the poet's beloved. Very very sweet...
Mia  |
Solomon
Written by patterjack (1927 comments posted) 6th June 2008 |
Sexy old bloke , to say the least.
And the commentaries around thy belly is as an heap of wheat are even sexier in spots !
Somewhat of an embarrassment to the wowsers
patterjack
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Breasts and nipples!
Written by Veronica_Milvus (1147 comments posted) 7th June 2008 |
Dear me, pj, you are getting quite carried away there! A level of contrast between white and red probably unknown to anatomists. But very Romantic in the 19th century meaning of the word.
I always think a technical term or two adds to authenticity, therefore "cabuchon-cut" is very good. And the wounded heart which thereon bled has to be an unhappy lover...
I was going to write a piece about a string of pearls (with a slightly different tone) but will struggle to put these images out of my head now!
Sizzling stuff from the Australian winter! |
Breasts etc.
Written by patterjack (1927 comments posted) 8th June 2008 |
Not so much from the Oz winter , Veronica , as from the winter of my own discontent.
patterjack |
Written by Bottleblondesurfer (5077 comments posted) 8th June 2008 |
It's funny you use rubies and pearls in your comparison but they do say diamonds are a girls' best friend. I've always thought them a bit clinical and much prefer your vivid imagery. I thought Mia made a good point when she said it takes men to really appreciate female breasts and makes your poem a real celebration and the last two lines are the nicest compliment.
cheers
jane |
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