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Woman Of Sin
by Jasmine Sword-MannIcarus dreamed to fly
on feathers and wax,
the brave fool.
And braver still, his
pagan voodoo and
amber prison;
Fingertips spread wide
as the flames burned.
I've dreamed of the quiet
before the fall. Of icy depths
and emerald fire.
Fingertips spread wide
as the waves drown.
Temptation, I know you.
The sea has swallowed my
wings and I am the straw
that lashed the beast's back -
a whore, a sin,
a
woman. 06/29/2010 Posted on 06/29/2010
Copyright © 2025 Jasmine Sword-Mann
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 06/29/10 at 11:20 PM ...jasmine, this rocks. delightfully penned. linebreakage is smack-0. and the gutsy-ness, delicious rawness of 'knowing temptation' kicking! |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 06/29/10 at 11:35 PM the last stanza blew my mind! awesome |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 06/30/10 at 12:07 AM All women are helped my man to commit sin. Although they need little help. Nice write lady. |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 06/30/10 at 12:59 AM I came. I read. I appluad =) |
| Posted by Nichole Fuji on 06/30/10 at 05:32 AM awe-some write. |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 06/30/10 at 07:53 AM it is one of those writes that changes and grows deeper after each reading. the imagery catapults the reader into many situations and i have to agree, the last stanza pulls it all together quite well...~JPP |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 06/30/10 at 08:30 AM Yes we are def here to bring out the best (haha) in men. |
| Posted by Aaron Michael on 07/02/10 at 01:41 AM i like this for many reasons. One, YOU'RE WRITING!!!! Two, the ties of Icarus to your temptation was a wonderful idea. it fits the tone of the piece so perfectly. I can't say it enough, Jaz. Your poetry amazes me. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/03/10 at 01:31 AM I like the mixing of mythology and current condition of a real earthwoman - plugging away. I can see the hand up as if to shout STOP! I know the feeling. How many times I have said: "Get thee behind me, ego/Satan." Thanks for this little slice of what it means to be human. |
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