Twin Peaks – Poem based on a prompt

Ok so I’ve been informed that the original “Salty, River, Book” prompt was meant to be sensual, so I’ve risen to the occasion and birthed a new poem hopefully delivering a slight twist to the prompt. I’ve also attempted to add a bit of a previous prompt…. 😀


Twin Peaks

Twin peaks rise ringed with fire
Mouth and tongue climb the spires

Backs rise with gasping desire
Tips push higher and higher

Fingertip and thumb grasp
Cross the planes to valley pass

Mind the ridge watch the hair
Feel the heat it’s wet down there

Plunge within the river deep
Ride as raging passions speak

Salty seeds explode within
Pace slows, satisfied grins

An acorn pulled from mountain tree
Sows an oak whose book I’ll read

When nine months’ time has come and gone
Joy will bring daughter or son

Stephen Kellogg – 2012

About Stephen Kellogg

Poetry, Ponderings, Prose, Photos & Pounding out the Pathways All at my blog... I hope you'll take a few minutes to wander around the site. Not all of what you read there will be happy or sad etc. but I trust my writings, photos etc will encourage, touch, inspire or just make you think…. I really appreciate feedback!! Thanks and enjoy Peace! Stephen Kellogg All of my writings, pictures etc are original works, unless otherwise noted, and should be considered copyrighted.
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4 Responses to Twin Peaks – Poem based on a prompt

  1. Wow! Smutty….and….sweet? Deftly handled sir! Quite a difficult (and humorous) blend…love it!

  2. Agre with JC a blend of slight smut and beauty – well done – I love these challenges – any more? 🙂

  3. Jen,
    Not sure if there are more floating around, but I think I may do another response to a poem out there … One has grabbed my eye so we’ll see what unfolds.
    Then I’m likely to be tending to some of my other projects that are feeling neglected and have huddled themselves up in the corner. I think if I don’t give them some attention soon, they will begin to curl themselves up in to little paper balls and throw themselves at me.

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