Quicklinks:
Short S. | Poetry | Not News | Scripts | Comedy | Non-Fiction | SF | Crime | For Kids | Extended | PlayRoom
Great Writing - Home > Poetry > Apres Ski
READING ROOM
Great Writing - Home
Read and review others' work
Articles on writing
Advice from the community
COMMUNITY
Talk to others in the forums
Events and Competitions
GW News
ABOUT GREAT WRITING
All About Us
Contact Us
WORK AWAITING REVIEW
GW IS...
Great Writing creative writing community is designed to prompt ideas and provide inspiration and motivation within aspiring and amateur authors. Whatever your topic; from love poetry to Doctor Who or Harry Potter fan fiction, Great Writing's online writing group is where you can make new friends and improve your creative writing.
WHO'S ONLINE
We have 1414 guests online and 3 members online
Poetry
print friendly version     
Apres Ski
By stevetroster
08 July 2008

Seems a lot like I've still gotten m' Tee Dubaya head on!
   Using a voice that sounds like it's been soaked in a vat of bourbon, left hanging in the smokehouse for a few months and then taken outside and run over by a car is purely optional.



 
The slalom slopes had been a blast, but then the snow came down, thick and fast.
I checked my watch. It was just past three and, deciding it was time for a little après-ski, I brushed off my boots and swaggered into the chalet.
That’s when I saw her. She was sitting on the floor by the open fire, curled up nice and snug on a white bearskin rug reading a book about Russian ballet.
I could tell she was smitten when she purred like a kitten. It was time for a little jitterbug!

Her full body was like a fine French wine and the taste of neat alcohol still lingered on her pouting, crimson, wet-look lips. It was a subtle mix of vodka and sublime.
Before too long I had her uncorked and at room temperature. That’s when she whispered something foreign under her breath; German, possibly Austrian; either ways, it sounded kind’a strange.
Her pores were oozing sex appeal, so my paws made a b-line for her mountain range.
There was definitely no frost on top of her twin peaks and pretty soon I was in range of mounting.
As the dancing flames cast intricate shadows upon our glistening flesh, I cupped a delicate hand on an immaculate D-cup breast and the chalet was filled with the sound of her panting.
We writhed naked in front of the open log fire, this ever so hot young Fräulein and me.
I checked my watch. It was just past three. Oh how I enjoy a little après-ski!


Reviews
Tee Dubya in full flow!
Written by Brett (1113 comments posted) 8th July 2008
Some wonderful play on words here, Steve: 
mountain range / range of mounting 
 
I can almost hear those jazzy bass lines and electric pianner in the background. 
 
I loved '...I had her uncorked and at room temperature.'  
Very Tee Dubya. Did you get any of his other cds by the way? 
 
Enjoyed very much. 
Cheers

Written by Veronica_Milvus (794 comments posted) 8th July 2008
More James Bond than Tom Waits! 
 
What concerned me was that I think your Rolex was broken. It was just past three at the beginning of this encounter, and just past three at the end of it... surely you should have got to around half-past, at least? 
 
"subtle mix of vodka and sublime" was cute.

Written by stevetroster (1618 comments posted) 8th July 2008
No time like the present! The idea here being that he was a fast mover and had her stripped and ready for action within minutes of entering the chalet. 
 
Cheers B & V. 
 
All the best, 
S.T.

Written by Phil (7169 comments posted) 8th July 2008
I've never been skiing - but it does seem attractive. 
 
With the above - some nice play on words. If not a limerick - what form? Just for the record - you understand? :grin  
 
Phil

Written by stevetroster (1618 comments posted) 8th July 2008
Bad form?

Written by Bottleblondesurfer (3713 comments posted) 8th July 2008
Did someone say it was? 
Is this what they call a prose poem? I've read it a few time and the rhythm and rhyming are a bit idiosyncratic; mind, I'm not sure what one is.  
It was like a cross between Raymond Chandler and Robert Service, like those old ballads but with your trademark wordplay 
Very sharp 
jane
What form?
Written by Katanga (1698 comments posted) 8th July 2008
I think this is brilliant! 
 
If it isn't an 'established' form, so what? 
 
Maybe it's a new one? 
 
I'm not familiar with the debate about 'prose poetry' versus ' poetic prose', but your piece is really GOOD! 
 
Keep 'em coming! 
 
Yo! 
 
John X 
 

Written by stevetroster (1618 comments posted) 9th July 2008
Brett: Sorry, rude of me not to answer your question. TW - No, still enjoying the first purchase. 
 
Jane: Thanks. I was aware of a film noir edge creeping in and did my best (?) to keep it under control. 
 
John: And thank you, sir. I've never been one to follow guidelines, hence the reason I go off the rails so often!! 
 
8)  
 
All the best, 
Steve. 
 
:grin
ooooo
Written by punchy (535 comments posted) 9th July 2008
I disapear for a month or 2 and and when I return it's gone all steamy with raunchiness tut tut! 
I really enjoyed this one, I can imagine John Hurt reading it for some reason? not sure why? 
I love all the word tinkering, v.clever. 
P x 

   Only registered users can rate and write comments.
   Please login or register.

Powered by AkoComment 2.0!
 Previous item   Next item
This site is copyright 2005 - 2007 Great Writing. Work submitted by members remains the copyright of the respective authors.
See our Terms of Use and Privacy Policy.