“Love is raw as freshly cut meat,
mean as a beetle on the track of dung.”
– Jim Harrison
sure, and romance.
that you hope to keep
against dread that the other won’t.
But with you, with you, love is
filled with life’s juices. Freshly cut
meat, sure. Raw – a cut that’s still beating.
Love is, with you, green, greener, blood-soaked
green, dark and unvariegated – unalloyed – that lies
with us in the shadowed space out of the sun –
yet we shine!
Your love is mean, ardent, single-minded, unwavering.
One purpose, one outcome lives in your love.
Has anyone else ever felt
a beetled love such as this?
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This prompt was a real challenge. Make a love poem out of raw meat and dung beetles. Sure! No problem! It’s the 20th Day of Jilly’s “Days of Unreason” challenge.
Survivalist poetry: What can you make out of this prompt? Your life depends upon the results! (Sounds rather like a reality show….)