Spinal Tap
An Ekphrastic Sonnet
So many spines ache for your warm caress
That of a slim, yellow novel has won
For the nonce, but I suspect your largesse
Is greater still; shall we two have some fun?
Imagine my novel, along with me:
Is it a piquant, bodice-ripping yarn?
A tale of pristine, noble chivalry?
A plunge into a remote, icy tarn?
For you, I will conjure a thousand worlds
And people them with princes or paupers;
A galaxy of worlds woven from words
Will teem for you with heroes and monsters
So long as you will read what I have writ
I will pour out my blood to complete it
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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And I would read that blood like reading tea leaves hehehe. Loved your sonnet!
I love those first two lines so much. I'm not sure I like the way Ramon names his paintings though. Decadent? Reclining exhausted, more like. And still looking to read? This could be a picture of myself. I hope that book is "How to piss off people with seemingly decadent behaviour Volume 1".
Love this