His fatherly love was a foreign country
All cut and thrust and emotional obviate
No physical boundaries and no commitment
Her needs were greater
Than simplistic supine surrender
at the border of his lust.
She needed a soul
Preferably on a platter
Served with a side order of motherly love.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
At poetics for d’Verse we were given border as a prompt. My poem is based on the Richard Strauss version of Salomé which was the first opera I ever went to see in Manchester 1985.
The image is The Dancer’s Reward and is available in the public domain: