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Fatal Liaison

Writer: John DallisonJohn Dallison

A 'femme fatale' needs others to make her so. Her fatal attraction often recoils on her...


c.1850

This grotto is our carapace -

A place of secret rite,

Of stifled sounds and potent scents,

A single lantern's light.


c.1870

You come to me,

Yet spiteful shadows

Sour your face.

You speak my name,

But phantoms prowl

Our trysting-place.


c.1970

An age ago,

You took proud lovers

By the score.

While empires fell,

You remained their super-whore.


c. 2000

You come to me,

Maternal care upon your face.

I call your name,

And beg God grant us

Healing grace...














4 comentarios


Jon Best
Jon Best
06 ago 2023

This is glorious

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John Dallison
John Dallison
07 ago 2023
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😀 Hi, Jon! I'm very glad you liked it... A great deal of work went into achieving it. - The latter three verses are based on an Qffenbach waltz.

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Nigel Smith
Nigel Smith
05 ago 2023

Different, detail and delight to read, thankyou John, another Belter!

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Dawson Stafford
Dawson Stafford
02 ago 2023

Femme Fatale through the ages... Brilliant!

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