The winner of our second poetry contest is Molly Montrevoir! Her prize is also a guest post here on UDoJ, on any topic of her choice. Allow me to reiterate that since we’re de-listed from WordPress anyway, and all “MATURE CONTENT” and all, I’m even removing the proscriptions on “The F Bomb” and pornography.
There were only two entries in this contest, and Deacon Barry’s entry was up two to zip. Molly’s sonnet pulled out a come from behind victory.
Dear Molly, E-Mail me your post, and I’ll get it up ASAP. If you’d like to include a picture or graphic with it, I’ll be happy to include that as well (though I may need to resize it for aesthetic purposes only).
We only seem to be getting a little bit of response on the idea of doing a monthly contest, but it’s all positive so far, so we’re gonna keep doing it and see how it goes. Be ready for the next one!
I’ll see if I can get the next contest up by the end of the day.
Without further ado, here is Molly’s winning sonnet –
Resting comfortably ‘tween her naked breasts,
The cane appears so innocent and spare.
Peacefully exhausted, she, and happy lying there,
To be admired, her endurance passing all tests.
And turning then, I thank our gathered guests
The ones who took this opportunity, so rare
To watch me torment one for whom I care
So deeply. Is it strange that I am not distressed
About the pain I cause my love to feel? And
Yet the blood I let is mine. As if the same
Flesh that clothes her back also clothes my hand:
The hand that held the cane, descending as she came,
That brought her peace through pain and difficult commands;
And touched her gently then. Wild, cruel, now tame.