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| Broken Rose by Jade Blackmore | Reviewed by Sheela Ardrian |  | Publisher: Renaissance E-Books
http://www.renebooks.com/eb.php3?ebookid=20551
ISBN: 15887305184
Genre: Non-Fiction
Subgenre: erotic poetry
Release date: November 2004
Format: Electronic Book
Pages: 67
Price: $4.00 | This book is just the thing when you want to curl up beside the fire on a cold winter afternoon. Or, you could dispense with cut roses and send your sweetie this virtual rose for Valentine's Day! Broken Rose gathers together a bouquet of romantic and erotic poems, many of them in first person and ideal for reading aloud to each other.
Jade Blackmore writes with vivid imagery, using the sidelong language of poetry to talk about things that are difficult or impossible to discuss directly. Consider the metaphor of "a drought of conscience" in "Desert," the sly double entendre of "Marilyn / with nothing on but the radio" in "Marilyn," and the delicious simile of 'Knelt down to
lick my p****, / Like your permanent lollipop." The juxtaposition of ordinary and erotic concepts soon leaves the reader panting. She also has a remarkable touch with titles, as in "Translate This Moan," "Scorpio Ascending," "The History of Wanting," and "The Art of Sin."
Some of these poems feature a dominant speaking of a submissive, as with "My adoring slave, / My reason / For living" in "The Way It Feels (Leather Girl)." Some feature a submissive speaking of a dominant, as with "I am now empowered / To do his bidding" in "The Gift." Others focus on the most everyday aspects of love. "Knobby Knees" is especially apt at this, as it describes "learning the textures that make up my quirky lover, / the morsel, / the acquired taste savored by my kiss alone."
The poems are all free verse, a form that works well with the often erratic tides of love and lust. Blackmore uses a mix of short and long lines to suggest breathless haste, climax, and dreamy lassitude in different places. Broken Rose is a delightful collection, well worth adding to your poetry shelf. | | |
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