For my found poem today, I've taken part of a scene from Jennifer Leeland's BDSM story The Mask She Wears and turned it into a poem.
The Mask She Wears is one of a trilogy of short 50-page stories I won from Jennifer over at her blog, The Redneck Romance Writer. Her trilogy is known as the In David's House collection, as all three stories revolve around a private invitation-only BDSM club run by David, a wise and protective dom.
I'll be doing a book review for the trilogy in a few weeks. Until then, enjoy this poem taken from her prose text:
He approached her tiny apartment
No idea what he would find
She flung the door open
Waiting for him
Her eyes flickered
Face to floor and back again
He took his time
Took his time
Observed her space
Allowed into her private life
Who she was without the mask
No family pictures
Artwork on every wall
Dark themes with abstract tones
One of the oil paintings
Half man, half wolf
Mask superimposed over wolf face
Benign human mask
Covered the animal snarl
Filled with books
Lifestyle to dark fantasy
- Jennifer Leeland
Firefox mask by Merimask
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Jennifer Leeland says Wow!!! That captures that scene so well for Justin.
Michelle Johnson says Nice found poem for Poetry Train.
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