Daddy,
you have eaten all the sugar,
left me hungry and bleeding,
a blistered foot without a shoe;
you know I must kill
and sculpture you
as a marble statue,
bastard, you.
Thou wast my universe, my cosmic mistress;
if I had known thy crazed intent
to render me in alabaster, a lifeless
lump of death,
I should have begged
for one last breath.
His breathless body lies cold upon the floor,
her sugar daddy is no more.
The sweetness all gone,
her craving unsated,
now she wishes that she had waited
and made him beg.
Kim M. Russell, 15th December 2020
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Exploring Gothic as a Literary Genre (step into the realm with me)
Sanaa is back this Tuesday to stir our muses. She gives us a background of Gothic literature, a genre which emerged as one of the eeriest forms of Dark Romanticism in the late 1700s and developed during the Romantic period in Britain. She has provided art by Stephan Mackey and J. Henry Fuseli, and poetry by Keats and Poe to illustrate the meaning of Gothic.
For today’s Poetics, Sanaa would like us to write Gothic poems and explore the question: “Which according to you are the deepest, darkest and most concealed of human emotions?”
As I have been distracted by other things this week, I have resurrected and tweaked a poem I wrote back in 2017 for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Twitter Me a Gothic Poem, where each stanza contains 140 characters or fewer and follows these guidelines:
1st stanza is a tweet from one of a list of thirteen writers (I chose Sylvia Plath);
2nd stanza is a reply to the first tweet by a different writer from the list (I chose Lord Byron);
3rd stanza is my commentary on the exchange between the two writers.
The stanza-tweets should be written in the chosen writers’ styles and the completed poem should read as one piece.
This is deliciously dark, Kim 😀 and an absolutely perfect example of Gothic writing! Especially like; “The sweetness all gone,her craving unsated,now she wishes that she had waited and made him beg.” Thank you so much for writing to the prompt 💝💝
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Thank you for the Gothic prompt and the lovely comment, Sanaa!
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Interesting form–I wouldn’t have picked up that they were tweets. Definitely dark–especially that last stanza!
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Thank you, Merril.
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This is genius!
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Thank you, Jenna!
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I love this… the voices and the story told. There is something Pifmalion like in this, and taking this into the present with the sugar daddy makes it even more disturbing. Definitely an ending you don’t see too often.
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Thank you, Bjorn. I like resurrecting poems that have been buried for a while. 🙂
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I like the repetition of breath and beg. So creative to use sugar daddy then sweet no more. Very inventive poem with a relationship of such depravity!
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Thank you, Lisa!
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You’re welcome.
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“you know I must kill
and sculpture you
as a marble statue,
bastard, you.”
Sylvia Plath, is this you?
(and then when I read your author’s note, it made sense. Goes to show I jump too quick from the in-between of reading and commenting).
This gave me chills, Kim. You pulled off both styles with grace and then with combining them, in a way, at the end stanza, that was remarkable. Evocatively chilling and dark. This is mesmerizing!
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Thank you, Lucy! I’m so glad you spotted Plath without reading the note. 🙂 And I’m glad my litle poem gave you chills – my work is done!
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This is just amazing to have those two poets meet and then meld the two styles at the end! I reckon the sugar daddy had it coming!
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Cheers Ingrid! He definitely had it coming!
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I’m in awe of the gothic delights that are appearing here. Amazingly, you all have a dark side!!
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To all Sugar Daddies out there
Gird your loins
Beware !
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A remarkable and gorgeously Gothic and very Victorian Tweet storm. Tweets can go longer now, I hear. I haven’t been on Twitter since Trump was elected; too angry. Your dark amalgamation works brilliantly.
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Thank you, Glenn. I enjoyed writing this one and then revisiting and reworking it.
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“now she wishes that she had waited
and made him beg“
lol … awesome ending
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Thank you!
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This blew me away KR, and then I hit on the Plath / Burns connection and um was much further blown. Fantastigothic!
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is exactly right, Ron
This is truly unreal, Kim! 🤯
-David
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Thank you, David!
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Your reaction has blown me away this morning, Ron!
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That last stanza is everything all at once–just right. (K)
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Oh my!!
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Oh my, a wonderfully mean ending line Kim — excellent write!
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I think that was the meanest ending I have ever written in a poem, Rob. Thank you!
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This is darkness that is gruesome and good Kim. I can only speculate on the backgrounder but her cold blooded voice of revenge & unsated cravings are beautifully told.
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Thank you, Grace.
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Oh, so bittersweet!
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Thanks Eugenia1
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Most welcome!
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A spectacular tale of dark murder Kim!
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Thank you, Linda!
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This is very clever in the best sense. Not smart-clever, but it makes you think, wonder where is came from and how the different sections link up. Great work, Kim!
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Thank you, Jane!
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🙂
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How fun to piece together this tale and create your own dark ending. All three voices are magic! ✨
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Thank you, Tricia!
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