Infernal Insiders
An Ekphrastic Sonnet
By D. J. ReddallPublished 2 months ago • Updated 2 months ago • 1 min read
Jean Delville, "The Treasures of Satan," 1895
Their trembling does not betoken fear
Raw and roiling pleasure licks them dirty
Myths and legends made them dread time here
What priggish puritan wants purity?
I am the lord and master of this realm
The Scolding Schoolmaster holds sway above;
With freedom’s forefather at the hot helm
My souls’ lavish lust makes them forget love
Sin is a euphemism for real joy
Forbidden because He covets your faith
Which will your precious liberty destroy
So you’ll worship a haughty, ancient wraith
Abandon anxious, neurotic restraints
Dare to be damned, and laugh at boring saints
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (3)
Love this “reversal”, extolling the darker side. Well done!
"Sin is a euphemism for real joy" I gotta agree with that. It's a sin to murder but murdering someone close to the people who have wronged me and watching them go through that pain would bring me real joy 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Loved your poem!
Ooh, I love this! I absolutely live for last line zingers, and this one is solid gold.