I started this blog to find a few more readers for my poems. To my astonishment, after several years, people are still reading my poem, “Morning Flight From Crawley, 1944″. It could be my best poem. Who would have thought that one late night’s memories of a day nearly 76 years ago would prove to have so long a life?
I love to produce poems, which need the cooperation of a muse. When the muse is ‘resting’, no poems come, so I am reduced to writing opinion pieces here on the blog. Now, I’ve been a member of a moderated group called ‘Erotic Readers and Writers Association’ for some years (I forget how many – see my previous essay on ageing). I’m a member not because I’m anything but an amateur writer of some mildly erotic poems and short-short stories, but because somebody (I forget who) said I should join.
Anyhow, in the last few days there have been items from members, who discuss all aspects of writing and reading erotica, about putting photographs on their blogs. Well, I have put photos on this blog that seemed relevant to the content – eg, a really nice photo of a Catalina flying boat for Morning Flight From Crawley, 1944. But I never though of putting a photo with one of my few erotic poems on the blog, and certainly not one of myself! Yet that’s what the ERWA contributors were talking about! Here’s one of my erotic poems, which I quite like:
Oh be my love and lie with me
that all your beauty I can see
my hands so warm on each bare breast
as on your lips my own are pressed
and next my hands will loving roam
between your thighs, on Venus’ dome
my kisses mark a trail of love
from shapely feet to hair above
my arms embrace your naked form
delighting in your skin so warm
your curving hips I will caress
your back and belly no whit less
so lie with me and be my love
be under me or be above
and I will celebrate in rhyme
the love for which at last it’s time!
It’s a simple poem in rhyming couplets, clearly inspired by a famous poem, The Passionate Shepherd To His Love. But would it be enhanced by a photo of a naked couple embracing? I don’t think so; I want people to read and enjoy my poem, not be distracted by nudes.
