Writing Prompt #127 “NoEnd House Part 7″ – Night Shadows

nodus-tollens

nodus tollens n. the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore-that although you thought you were following the arc of the story, you keep finding yourself immersed in passages you don’t understand, that don’t even seem to belong in the same genre-which requires you to go back and reread

There’s a strange woman running through my life

She’s coming at me from all sides

She wears a headdress

Bright feathers and a leather cord around her waist

From which hang

Scalps and small furry remains of previous kills.

I wake up and look about the room

The night shadows have moved

The moon has passed over

The yellow glow of the morning sunrise

Hovers away to my left

I wonder what is happening to me.

I work 9 to 5

I am on average a boring and plain man

I teach English to students

Bored from their previous lesson

I add to their wretchedness

I give little to add value to their day

But I do it all day every day

I excel in the ordinary

But I suck at Jane Austen.

It’s the same shit different day mentality

Its up at six, shower, dress, breakfast

Train, walk, first class ad nausem.

I live as on a treadmill and I can’t get off

My wife saw the light and headed south

Had enough of my tedium,

Even sex she said was as if on rote.

But when I think I am settled, accepting

The vision returns. The woman

Naked except for her sparse dress

Lures me, plays with me,

I can’t stop her; I don’t want to stop her

She unearths a hidden side to me

One I keep secret for fear of comments

Discovery I may not be what all perceive me to be.

We engage as lovers, she leads me into

Dens of pleasure, explorations of our bodies

Places I never knew could elicit such physical rapture.

In dark spaces she sits astride me

Looking down upon my manhood

My mind is filled with unexpected delights

I lie back and allow her to take me where she will.

I awake each morning,

Looking about the night shadows have moved again

I need to get her out of my head.

Elizabeth Bennett her repressed sexuality

And seething desire for Darcy

Jump out of the text at me,

But I know my charges are not moved.

I run the shower cooler to compose myself

The woman and her hold on me

I store away, until tonight.

Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/10/04/writing-prompt-127-noend-house-part-7%E2%80%B3/

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14 Responses to Writing Prompt #127 “NoEnd House Part 7″ – Night Shadows

  1. There is an intensity to this piece and an unexpectedness to it. Who is the mysterious woman? She is very alluring

  2. J Lapis says:

    Interesting, well done, moves smoothly from start to finish with a grace, a subtle intensity which doesn’t assault the reader. I agree that she’s mysterious and alluring, yet I don’t feel compelled to discover her.

  3. clothespeggedpat says:

    Wow! Now this was a completely unexpected reading for me!

    Interesting to discover so many facets to your writing personality and capabilities. You are a gifted man of many talents Michael. 🙂

    This piece – is fascinating, gripping, yet softly so …. there is no heat in lust and passion, yet the undercurrents are more powerful than what could be blatantly obvious. I adore the character you have created – the mundane, dull routine so well set out – yet, it’s almost an “obscenity” this shadowed night life in dreams, or perhaps awakenings – yet it is hauntingly beautiful in an odd way.

    I could carry on – but I will simply leave my thoughts here – mentioning how multi-layered and exemplary this piece.

    Amazingly complex story Michael – so very well done!

  4. phylor says:

    I excel in the ordinary/ I suck at Jane Austen.
    Strange, but I see more value in excelling in the ordinary, than excelling in Jane Austen and it’s supposed cache. The folks I know like that, are shit at being ordinary, and thus . . .
    As the commenters have indicated, a very powerful poem hinting at dark secrets and hidden luxuria.
    Before I clicked post, one more proofread. Good thing I did! Spell checker accepted the following version: ” . . . . hinting at dark secretes and . . . “, lol!

    • phylor says:

      PS: (forgot) I wrote this comment in absolutes. Of course, there is grey scale and monochrome, too.

      • phylor says:

        PSS: And, not all the type of folks who excel at Jane Austin, are shit at being ordinary. My apologies on that front too.
        But that’s my problem when I write in absolutes — I have second thoughts as I don’t want to offend the wrong people.

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