Thursday, August 12, 2010

The Bad Taste In My Mouth

'Saturn Devouring One of His Sons' by Francisco Goya

The smell of smoke in my nostrils.
The touch of dead skin on my own.
The cold of soil chilling my bones.
The icy water washing my face.

The intoxication in my nerves.
The horror of the previous hours in my mind.
Reverberating inward to my spine.
The image of ghosts and the Devil in my eyes.

The feel of the hilt in my hands.
The smooth steel blade against my palm.
The blood on the tip of my tongue, still warm.
The feeling of weightlessness floating within.

The taste, the touch, the smell, too much.
The spine-tingling aura possessing me.
The dull perception of nothingness defying.
The taste of death, the bad taste in my mouth.


Purba said...

Well, you brought Goya's masterpiece to life.

Anonymous said...

Very vivid and intense.. but well portrayed

D2 said...

@Purba : Thanks, though that wasn't my intent. I didn't know about the painting until after I wrote the poem and looked on Google!

@dattaabhishek : Thanks :)

Sakhi Shah said...

Definitely very dark and chilling. It made me shudder, but in a good way. :)

D2 said...

@Sakhi :
I'm not sure I understand how you shuddered in a good way! Thanks for the appreciation, though. :)

Anonymous said...

Brilliant work.. You have a very different and beautiful style of writing..

Loved it..

Like they have already commented here.. You have given the picture a life with your words.. God bless ya, bro.. :)

D2 said...

@Tamanna Di :
Thanks a lot, Di. :)

Rajendra Raikwar said...

good one

D2 said...

@Rajendra Raikwar : Thank you.

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