The Slam: Slammables
Purple
by Louise Porter, Connecticut
The purple wrapped my body
Tighter than the dress of the whore on the street corner.
My blue
Courted your red
My wave
Kissed your flame
And my calm
Teased your passion.
We danced the dance of the forbidden
As if one misstep... one slight mistake...
Would activate a land mine.
We danced as if the slightest breath of the morning wind
Would whisk the other away forever.
And then
One day
It did.
Wow! I love your piece. I really like the metaphor you used throughout. The ending was my favorite, when you say, "And then / One day / It did." It's so matter-of-fact, and yet somehow unexpected. I hope to see more writing from you in the future.
Aug 7, 2010
I love your poem! The language, the flow, the topic, the ending: it's really enjoyable to read, even though the first two lines feel a bit out of place compared with the rest. I also really liked the last three lines, as has been said; they made me feel hopeful. It really feels great to read a poem (or story) and think, "Oh yes, exactly!" and that's what happened to me here. I feel this way when I dance, but I doubt I'd ever have thought to write a poem like this one. Great job, and thank you very much.
Sep 5, 2010

Slammings