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Today in my Humanties 101 class we talked about the rise of the novel, Romanticism and the Gothic. I introduced my students to the novel panic that took place in late 18th-century England when there was a general concern for the dangers that come with reading novels–bad posture, neglected duties, and an overindulgence of the senses, especially for women and their delicate sensibilities.Critics of the novel were concerned that women with their weaker minds and lack of reason would confuse reality and fiction and begin to develop unrealistic expectations from their stations in life.
For today’s prompt, write a poem that overindulgences the senses or focuses on something related. This past Valentine’s Day weekend I ate wagyu beef two nights in row. There is little reason in this except for pure pleasure There should be nothing useful in terms of improving morals, values, or intellect in your poems. This is not a poem to raise our understanding of human nature. Pure hedonistic verse for the simple pleasure of sensual indulgence. Write a poem that makes the reader faint from fear, blush from arousal, or look away in modesty or embarrassment. Write a poem so delicious that readers will forget it’s only a poem and shove it into their mouths. Overdo it. Yum!
Hmmm… yoe so convincing. I am considering posting something just as you said. 💭hmmm
Sally Green said:
enflamed with passion,
spasms engulf her soul,
hungers for a fragment,
driven to madness,
focused on obtaining,
courage engulfs her soul,
thirsts for a droplet,
whipped into frenzy,
extends her grasp,
desire engulfs her soul,
yearning for excitement,
craving the sensation,
How can anyone resist this challenge
On which all human emotions hinge?
A woman so delicate, so unassuming,
Must tread on silent feet resuming
The act or character she must play.
This was antiquity in its restricted day
When we were but fading flowers.
But in our minds sensual showers
Filled our body parts with longing.
Oh, to steal away and read erotic verse
Like Thomas Randolph’s Pastoral Courtship.
Such was banned from a lady’s eyes
And read we did with panting sighs.
Wives who had never achieved orgasm,
N’er experiencing that delicious spasm,
Were sent to physicians for hysteria.
Ah, but husbands didn’t realize
The doctor spent hours between her thighs
With masterful fingers producing release
And the dear lady finally knew peace.