Ezra Pound famously said that “poetry is news that stays news.” Today, we were invited to write a poem based on one of the curious headlines, cartoons, and other journalistic titbits featured at Yesterday’s Print, where old new stays amusing, curious, and sometimes downright confusing.
I chose the picture above and borrowed it’s title.
Athena leans back into her pleasure,
Fully back, reclining, immersed in a pool of honey joy,
She bathes in sensual, tactile tendril delights.
Atop her crown, the Parthenon glides by,
Each stroke birthing a luscious gleam,
Caressing her sable mantle into a luxurious sheen.
Tender are the tentacles that plough her hair,
Angel’s fingernails gently incise her crest,
Winter’s tension escapes, summer’s sunshine soaks in.
Lost to the care of her hedonistic artiste,
Floating on perfumes of tropical pomades,
She wanders the universe of indulgence.
Behind her closed eyes she sees the horizon of excess,
She knows its touch; she feels it in another dimension.
Heaven’s gate opens.
Missives & Musings 
Great choice, Graham, and I enjoyed your ekphrastic poem, especially the lines:
‘Tender are the tentacles that plough her hair,
Angel’s fingernails gently incise her crest,
Winter’s tension escapes, summer’s sunshine soaks in.’
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Thanks Kim, I had to look that word up, as I had forgotten what it meant. Oddly enough I had mentally decided to go full on with descriptors, so I guess it was an unconscious choice.
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ooooo — that third stanza — yesssssss
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Glad you enjoyed it
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For someone with long hair, I could oh so relate. Thank you for this sensuous poem.
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I actually took most of the inspiration from my experience at the hands of a hairdresser that used to finish by coming my hair with her nails – I would often say she had two hours to stop doing it.
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Sounds heavenly.
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