Thursday’s Child

13 Mar


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. I chose this photo because she is not unlike the female subject of the poem

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 number 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. Actually I was the writer of the ‘handful of spidery poems’.  

Do listen to the audio – it was a poem that was meant to be read.



Posted by on March 13, 2017 in Lovers Past, Poetry


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22 responses to “Thursday’s Child

  1. roughseasinthemed

    March 13, 2017 at 4:03 pm

    Thursday’s childs have far to go. In whatever sense. Says a Thursday.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. gracefulphrase

    March 13, 2017 at 4:13 pm

    That’s an incredible piece, will listen to the audio when circumstance permits.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Elisa Paradis

    March 13, 2017 at 5:53 pm

    I’m under the spell of these lyrics… Thank you so much Sir!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Leslie Meeks

    March 13, 2017 at 10:30 pm

    This only gets better and better each time that I read or listen too. You have a gift that is unbelievably rare.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Romantic Dominant

      March 13, 2017 at 11:50 pm

      Smiles. You are far too kind. I am capable juggler of words, no more than that. But thank you. Appreciated.


  5. Heartafire

    March 13, 2017 at 11:32 pm

    I love this intricate and sensual poem, beautifully read.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. terry1420

    March 13, 2017 at 11:42 pm

    Beautiful, but sad.

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Purpleanais

    March 14, 2017 at 12:12 pm

    Okay, now *this* works

    Liked by 1 person

  8. CuteFaceAI

    March 14, 2017 at 3:10 pm

    Another of my favourites – I love the rhythm of your words 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  9. beuteee1

    March 14, 2017 at 10:48 pm

    It just so happens that I was born on a Thursday.
    Not sure how I feel…

    Liked by 1 person

  10. talesofaswitch

    January 6, 2018 at 11:44 pm

    I never imagined to see such a naked piece of writing like this. I usually read the poetry section. This is the first time going through categories.

    Glad I did. Can’t wait to go through your other categories 🙂

    Liked by 1 person


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