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Array ( [sid] => 171980 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Madame Blanc [time] => 2012-04-17 14:50:40 [hometext] => I'm still not completely happy with this one. However, everyone needs to submit their first poem- and this is mine. [bodytext] => Madame Blanc savoured bath-time- how the water
explored all of her, knew her completely,

unlike those in the town outside, who saw
her face, clothes, but nothing more.

Sometimes men would stare, search deeper,
but all they ever found

was their own dream of her-
without rich thoughts, feelings, or the warmth

of blood beneath the skin. But in the bath
she could sink freely back

into her own deepest truths; she saw her childhood-
the dry grass against her legs (how it used to itch),

mama’s full smile and papa’s silly fun;
then her schooldays, with the pettiness

but then the simple, break-time kisses;
and university, which made her a woman

through its trials and pleasures. But then
the water would lose its last heat

and she’d climb out, sighing as she
covered up her torso- the towel

harsh against her flesh. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 109 [topic] => 31 [informant] => HaroldWilson [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )

Madame Blanc

Contributed by HaroldWilson on Tuesday, 17th April 2012 @ 02:50:40 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

Madame Blanc savoured bath-time- how the water
explored all of her, knew her completely,

unlike those in the town outside, who saw
her face, clothes, but nothing more.

Sometimes men would stare, search deeper,
but all they ever found

was their own dream of her-
without rich thoughts, feelings, or the warmth

of blood beneath the skin. But in the bath
she could sink freely back

into her own deepest truths; she saw her childhood-
the dry grass against her legs (how it used to itch),

mama’s full smile and papa’s silly fun;
then her schooldays, with the pettiness

but then the simple, break-time kisses;
and university, which made her a woman

through its trials and pleasures. But then
the water would lose its last heat

and she’d climb out, sighing as she
covered up her torso- the towel

harsh against her flesh.

Copyright Â© HaroldWilson ... [ 2012-04-17 14:50:40]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Madame Blanc (User Rating: 1 )
by doug on Tuesday, 17th April 2012 @ 03:22:41 PM AEST
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Your very good. Perhaps you should write something longer like a short novel. It seems , from what I've read here , that you would be one who'd have little trouble developing a fully realized and interesting character. Great work. Welcome to YPDC. Do stick around and post more. truly , Doug

Re: Madame Blanc (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 18th April 2012 @ 11:27:30 AM AEST
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Thank you for that brief glimpse into Madame Blanc's world and Photobucket

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to YPDC. Definitely very descriptive and imaginative writing.

I thank you for an excellent read.

Tim

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