Thursday’s Child (once more, with audio)

03 Aug


Art by Ines Rehberg. Model Megan Szczypka


Thursday’s Child


Well, I hear that you have been travelling

with a friend in an open-topped car,

and you revealed to him all your secrets

and you showed him your operation scar.

You painted his name on your mirror

with a lipstick glossy and red,

and you posed for imaginary photos

in the warm nest of your unmade bed..


He sent you a handful of spidery poems

that you captured with pins on your wall,

I read them when you were sleeping

and they seemed to make no sense at all.

Yet you recite them when you are bathing,

trailing your sharp nails over your thighs,

and you emerge mysterious and glowing

with a wild, vacant look in your eyes.


There is more to this than just attraction

or some strange late night trick of the light,

and you shouldn’t be reading his memoirs

in a dress that is so transparent and white.

And I fear that you’ve sensed a religion

in the casual, brave cut of his coat,

as you kneel so sublime at his alter

clasping tight all the letters he wrote.


Now I hear you’ve constructed a bonfire

from the things your sweet mother knew best,

and that you comfort his wide-eyed supporters

who sleep with their hands on your breasts.

But you never once give them the shelter

they crave when the light has grown dim,

and while you suffer the press of their bodies

you save all your mystery for him.


I miss you when the round moon is sailing,

I feel your caress in the turn of the tide.

it is as constant as the ache in my shoulders,

It is the sharp stabbing pain of your knife.

And oh, how I hunger for you to be near me,

your peeled clothes like a sea at your feet,

your pale skin tasting of salt and seaweed.

I’m a slave to your scent and your heat.


But if I plead with him to release you,

with just a snap of his finger and thumb

will you forget his smooth benediction,

or the velvet magic of his silver tongue?



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photography by Ines Rehberg.   Model is Megan Szczypka

This is one of favourite my ‘performance’ poems. In fact it might even be one of the poems I am most proud of having written. It started out as a song but I struggled to write a chorus.  I have posted it a couple of times before when this blog was even less popular than it is now.  It tells a story that was inspired by (my) real life events.  Because it is penned in the first person, the reader/listener tends to think that the narrator is myself. In fact I was the writer of the ‘handful of spidery poems’.  


Posted by on August 3, 2016 in Poetry, Still Life


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12 responses to “Thursday’s Child (once more, with audio)

  1. Leslie Meeks

    August 3, 2016 at 8:04 pm

    As many times as I have listened to this, it just gets better and better. Yoir words are artfully spoken. You are a master at delivering the ultimate performance poem. Bravo once again..

    You know, you are right there with Morgan Freeman on narration.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Chatty Owl

    August 3, 2016 at 8:46 pm

    I think I might have missed it in the past. I could be wrong, yet it’s no surprise my memory is not the best lately. I like the difference of this to your usual style. Song-like, it definitely is melody to our eyes. (And ears in a minute, I have only been reading the words for now). Spider poems and see-through white dresses… What else a girl could have wanted?

    Liked by 1 person

    • Romantic Dominant

      August 3, 2016 at 10:00 pm

      Why is your memory not so good?
      Or a boy for that matter? Smiles.


  3. April

    August 3, 2016 at 8:50 pm

    And I am left to ponder…who is the one truly lamenting…

    To quote someone I know, “I like this very much.” 😉

    Liked by 1 person

  4. ss

    August 4, 2016 at 9:08 am

    There are suggestions that the narrator of the poem is not you in phrases like: ‘trailing sharp nails’; ‘kneeling sublime at his altar’; ‘plead with him to release you’; ‘revealed all your secrets’.
    It is a haunting lyric. I like this very much too.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. yourdesiresblog

    August 31, 2016 at 9:28 am

    Why can’t the last four verses be the chorus?

    Liked by 1 person


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