the circles of hell tighten around your waist,
swirling winds unfasten the last of your hesitation,
you cannot resist the ragged breath of a punishing gale,
you unfold in its vortex as helpless as the original sin,
the forbidden is warm in its proximity,
the error intoxicating in its carnal blush,
someone drew a line,
someone shifted the shadows of right and wrong,
someone moved the gates of paradise,
someone turned love, in a game of chinese whispers, to lust,
eager, the inferno bends its mouth,
the heat shifts slowly, unhesitating, down your soul.
Sandro Boticelli: Chart of Hell
I love, ‘the inferno opens its mouth’. That made me gasp!
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Thanks so much Sara.
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So intense and powerful! You have captured the dark side of where lust can go beautifully!!
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Thank you Carrie.
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Ah yes, and how we do succumb!
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We do, we do 🙂 Thanks Rosemary!
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wow powerful getting pulled and strangled in the vortex of lust Just add the love to the lust and you get freed from it’s grip 🙂
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That’s such a powerful thought…add love to lust and you are freed from it’s grip! Thanks Marja.
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Ooooo, so shrouded in metaphor. Love, love, love it!!
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Thanks Sarah… the prompt led me straight to Dante…goodness knows why! But both love and lust must have mutated into different things from what I imagined as a kid!!! 🙂
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Oh yes, lust is that turbulence. You’ve given it such a huge frame. Now, thinking of ‘carnal blush’….
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Thanks Sumana 🙂
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If the forbidden is warm, is the permitted cold and unappealing?
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Maybe, maybe not!! 🙂
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Have a nice Wednesday Rajani. Thanks for dropping by my blog today
Much♥️love
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Sometimes, passion and lust can go really, really, really wrong… for everyone involved.
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Oh yes it can… but sometimes, it may not be such a bad thing, after all!!! Thanks Magaly!
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Great words.
Image does justice.
Overpowering Lust- Anita
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The image represents Dante’s circles of Hell from Inferno. 🙂
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Ooo, that last line rings true–literally–and also invokes a snake slithering down the soul. I’m wondering if the soul can handle a little cooking, especially in youth? I keep forgetting, that as far as sex is concerned, the freer love of the 1970s shifted to more restrictive than before when AIDS reared its ugly head. Some of us have “guilty secrets” in a living and lonely hell; some have a glint in our eyes from this carnal plain. I think I have a little of both. And as for as other lusts are concerned, it’s possible that early training strengthens evil. Your poem hits a nerve and vibrates there. Love it!
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In repressive, conservative societies, I think it comes with very negative connotations… maybe we need to rework those lines and definitions and straitjackets and allow conversations to happen so all lust is not broadbrushed into some forbidden corner.
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I think we are being to hard on lust, for we can have a lust for life, then why not love or even food?
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Yes to drag it down to the circle of hell is perhaps harsh… but it was the farthest circle from the inferno… perhaps suggesting Dante was ambivalent!! 🙂
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Dante brilliantly mapped the gravity and gravitas of love and life on earth — who knew though that heaven would be found down there, at our worst, the heart born and thriving in the Devil’s squeezed-out wurst … Who moved the line? Lucifer? Or our fatal inclination toward first lights?
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We’ll never know why those lines run straight while hell descends in circles…
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Someone moving things around…always kind of scary, just when you get to things.
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Absolutely! Thanks Toni!
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The whirlwind of lovers… reminds me of Dante’s inferno. William Blake has made some really good images of carnal desire and the second circle of hell.
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The prompt led me straight to Dante. That’s a great image by Blake..thanks Bjorn. I’m not a big believer in hell or the afterlife, but based on our own versions of right and wrong, perhaps the consequences are faced right here.. or maybe some just get away, unpunished! Who can tell if it is all fair?
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I think some version of hell exists on earth…
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Yes, unless everything is completely random! I keep wondering about that.
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The line “someone turned love, in a game of Chinese whispers, to lust” aptly describes a shift that seems to have taken place. Though I do know love still is alive and well.
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I hope it is Sherry… though it may have mutated!
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A very visual poem. I like the Chinese whispers turning love to lust.
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Thanks Vivian… I wasn’t sure if the game was called Chinese Whispers everywhere…
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Lust is getting a bad name isn’t it? It is fine one person at a time!
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Ha ha… sure is! Thanks Robin.
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Such an interesting piece! Something has shifted in this world, it’s very true.
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Thank you Kerry.
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You created a whirlwind of feelings here – the helplessness when caught tightly by carnal passion, the way it can hurt but you are pulled in anyway. Lust feels like a heady drug trip with the nastiest of crashes looming just out of sight.
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Thanks Rommy… it could be just that!!
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kaykuala
the forbidden is warm in its proximity,
the error intoxicating in its carnal blush,
It is wise Rajani, to be mindful of those acts that are supposed to be avoided. Providence has willed it such!
Hank
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Yes, that definition of dos and don’ts is quite something, isn’t it! Thanks Hank!
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It seems like the partition of our country and the lust of politicians (in general humans) for power.
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Wow.. so interesting that you got that from the poem..wasn’t thinking politics and partition… but am intrigued by what the poem brought to your mind! Thanks Vandana.
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Very captivating from the start. Loved it!
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Thank you 🙂
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a whirl of the doable and the undoable – love the whispering changes!
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Thanks Laura 🙂
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As always such a wonderful poem!!!
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Thanks Annell …
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Passion is like that, sneaky and strangling. We humans are cursed that way
much love…
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That’s an interesting thought..that we are cursed with passion….thank you Gillena!
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