Björn here hosting Poetics. I have been thinking about words that inspire me when it suddenly hit me.
Today I wish you to use the name of poisonous plants in your poetry. For me there is a poetic beauty such lethal names as nightshade, belladonna, wolfsbane, foxglove and hemlock. Among poisonous plants are also the famous plants we use for drugs: poppy, hemp and tobacco.
The list is long, and the same plants also comes in many names.
Through the years there has been magic in those poisonous plants. Many have medicinal or narcotic purposes while other have been used for executions. For instance it is always said that Socrates had to empty a goblet of poison hemlock and opium.
But poisonous plants have also more benign usages: for instance foxglove has been used as a heart medicine and belladonna gets his name because of its usage to dilate pupils making the eyes deeper and more beautiful.
The prompt is totally free but you have to include at least one poisonous plant. If you feel to use the name of the poisonous ingredient that’s fine as well.
So brew me potions, stew me roots. Today we bring poison to the bar.
Or if you rather, bring me the beauty or the good in these plants.
Or you can use the flower and its poison as a metaphor.
As an inspiration I give you Charles Baudelaire from Flowers of Evil (Fleurs du mal) — note the reference to Socrates in the last stanza.
Lethe
Come, lie upon my breast, cruel, insensitive soul,
Adored tigress, monster with the indolent air;
I want to plunge trembling fingers for a long time
In the thickness of your heavy mane,
To bury my head, full of pain
In your skirts redolent of your perfume,
To inhale, as from a withered flower,
The moldy sweetness of my defunct love.
I wish to sleep! to sleep rather than live!
In a slumber doubtful as death,
I shall remorselessly cover with my kisses
Your lovely body polished like copper.
To bury my subdued sobbing
Nothing equals the abyss of your bed,
Potent oblivion dwells upon your lips
And Lethe flows in your kisses.
My fate, hereafter my delight,
I’ll obey like one predestined;
Docile martyr, innocent man condemned,
Whose fervor aggravates the punishment.
I shall suck, to drown my rancor,
Nepenthe and the good hemlock
From the charming tips of those pointed breasts
That have never guarded a heart.
Translated by — William Aggeler
Do I need to say that this is one of the poem censored in the original version of Fleur du Mal?
So when you have written your poem post it and link up below then enjoy the poems of others. Please leave a comment below and enjoy the discussions.
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Good evening… the bar is fully stocked with potions of all kind… welcome
kim881 said:
Good evening, Bjorn! Something bright blue and exciting to drink for me, please. I’m about to post and link and then I’#ll be back in about an hour to read. See you later!
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Oh yes blue is great unless it’s wolfsbane
kim881 said:
😊
welshstream said:
Wonderful prompt! Had a lot of fun researching this one …. now where’s my whisky (and hopefully it hasn’t become tainted by today’s dabblings …
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Ha… a whiskey sans potions coming up… but if you prefer I have absinthe
Vivian Zems said:
Hi Björn! A great prompt. Are we safe to drink tonight- especially as the bar man is an expert in poisons?😂
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
I promise there is no nightshade in any of the drinks
Vivian Zems said:
😂😂
Frank Hubeny said:
Good evening, Bjorn! Thanks for hosting. I am still working on mine. Hopefully it will be ready by tomorrow or for open link night.
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Hopefully it will be a great poetic potion
whimsygizmo said:
Love this! I’m off to
In the meantime, I shall pick my poison: please pour me an absinthe. I hear they say it makes the heart grow fonder. 😉
whimsygizmo said:
That was meant to be: I’m off to play. 😉
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
The green fairy is here for you. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tg7QyVDfMiE
whimsygizmo said:
Ha! YES! 🙂
Gospel Isosceles said:
You’re right, my last response poem to John Donne would have fit right in tonight, but decided to eat a mushroom instead. As for the bar, I’m in the mood for a damiana-infused liqueur, on the rocks.
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
That sounds like a perfect thing to serve… be careful with it, it’s hot even on the rocks.
Shawna said:
This is such a rad prompt. I hope there are a bazillion responses.
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
I think there is so much to find when you go out and read… the poem by Buadelaire was inspiring.
Shawna said:
I’m reading. But the kids are home, so I’m working my way through, slowly but surely.
Shawna said:
And yes, that C.B. poem was super hot. But this part, I have to say, made me giggle:
“To inhale, as from a withered flower,
The moldy sweetness of my defunct love.”
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
It is a translation, the French is probably better.
Shawna said:
I’ll ask my daughter. She’s the language master (mistress?) around here.
Shawna said:
Japanese is her favorite.
Just Barry said:
What? I have to pick my poison?!? Don’t make me choose!
This was too fun to pass up. Great prompt, Björn!
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Thank you Barry… good to give an inspiration… and any poison even tobacco is allowed.
MNL said:
Love the prompt!
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Thank you …
Charmed Chaos said:
Well, I decided to give it a try. Great prompt Bjorn!
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
I will come by shortly… good that you found it inspirational
rothpoetry said:
What a fun challenge this one turned out to be. Brought back many memories of childhood and Poison Ivy itching me.
Dwight
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Ouch… such fun 🙂 I grew up without poison ivy…
rothpoetry said:
Lucky for you!!