- Madeline Moore
- Toronto, Ontario, Canada
- While attending a summer writing workshop at Humber College, my tutor, D.M.Thomas, said that I write 'great sex without metaphor,which isn't easy to do.' I made my mind up to become an erotica writer. My first erotica novel, 'Wild Card' was published in 2006. A section from the novel was selected by Scarlet Magazine for 'best oral sex scene' and, as a friend pointed out, an award-winning author was born! My second Black Lace novel, 'Amanda's Young Men' was released in the UK in July, 2008 and in North America in March, 2009. My third novel for Black Lace, 'Sarah's Education,' was published July 2, 2009 in the UK and briefly hit the number one spots on Amazon.co.uk's adult fiction and adult romance best seller lists. It became available in North America on September 1, 2009. Jade Magazine bestowed the 'best cover art, 2009' award on 'Sarah's Education'. In 2009 Humber College invited me to speak at the summer writers' workshop on a panel called, 'Success Stories.' And so the circle closes.
Thursday, 3 February 2011
Cut Up Poetry
I have been inspired by Kristina Lloyd's post on cut ups, (which you might wish to check out after you read my post) to create a cut up poem of my own. A word of explanation: as a gift to Felix I took the poems he had written for me and cut lines from them. These were collected in a box so that, should he ever need inspiration, he could pick a slip of paper from the box and read his own marvellous words. I'm sorry to say that the original poems are lost, so these cut ups are all that are left. This is particularly unfortunate as he wrote an entire sonnet for me.
I've taken the slips of paper and created this cut-up poem. Cut-up by Madeline Moore. Words by Felix Baron. Printed, of course, with his permission.
In my youth I hunted for that impossible woman
the one I desired above all things, to own.
I grew weary; the hunting stopped.
You came and lay your head in my lap.
I will make love to you forever,
my sweet, deliciously depraved, slut.
You are imprisoned in my palace,
where you reign under my foot.
I value your pristine beauty
and deface it in proof of its infinite worth.
When your mind is blank
You are sagacious beyond natural wisdom.
You have no defence but your vulnerability
So your armour is adamantine.
Without your neck beneath my foot, I am unbalanced.
Without you riding me, I am weighed down.
When my cock isn’t in you, I have no cock.
Your serenity inspires in me such cruelty
that if I could reach so deep, I would mark your soul . . . but I need not.
It is branded already, by your own hand
and the smouldering scar spells out my name.
Alas, all that remains of the Sonnet:
So deep is she that ‘humble’ seems like ‘proud,’
So lovely, Aphrodite bears a frown
And Her divine form shamefully does shroud,
Deep in the folds of Her celestial gown.
But mine is wise, as wise as she is brave.
Surrender brings her all that she could crave.
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