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Porcelain ~ Susan Richardson

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I am an internationally published writer and poet, originally from Los Angeles, now living in Ireland with my husband, 2 pugs and 2 cats.  I am also the author of the full length poetry collection, "Things My Mother Left Behind", from Potter's Grove Press, and half of the creative force behind "Tiger Lily" an Ekphrastic Collaboration with Jane Cornwell, published by JC Studio Press.

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July 6, 2018

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  1. Rita

    July 6, 2018 at 12:41 pm

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    Dayuum! So good. But really, is that any way to talk about me? 😂

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    • floweringink

      July 6, 2018 at 1:12 pm

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      You make me happy!!!! Love you!!!!

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      • Rita

        July 6, 2018 at 1:13 pm

        I love you, right back.

  2. Brandewulf

    July 6, 2018 at 1:01 pm

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    Don’t say that Rita. I told Susan I am attracted to and frightened at the same time by this woman in her poem.

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    • floweringink

      July 6, 2018 at 1:15 pm

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      As any wise man would be!!!!!

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    • Blogging_with_Bojana

      July 6, 2018 at 1:17 pm

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      Be scared cos she’s gonna devour you.

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      • Brandewulf

        July 6, 2018 at 1:19 pm

        I’ll put that on the list of “preferred ways to die”!!!

      • Blogging_with_Bojana

        July 6, 2018 at 1:20 pm

        LOVE the way you think.

      • Brandewulf

        July 6, 2018 at 1:21 pm

        Smile

  3. Blogging_with_Bojana

    July 6, 2018 at 1:18 pm

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    I love how poetry allows us to change and experiment with the form and content, and open up, if you will.
    Different and loving it.

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    • floweringink

      July 6, 2018 at 1:20 pm

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      Thank you, my friend!!!!

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  4. Silent Hour

    July 6, 2018 at 2:07 pm

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    Great goth poem! It’s a genre I find difficult and I think you managed this amazingly. As Brandewulf said, I feel both afraid and attracted.

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    • floweringink

      July 6, 2018 at 2:23 pm

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      Thank you so much!!! This is a new kind of poem for me,, so I was a bit nervous. I am glad my porcelain woman is coming across as I had hoped! And, you do everything brilliantly!!!!

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      • Silent Hour

        July 7, 2018 at 5:13 am

        I think this genre suits you a lot — not that you aren’t good at other writing styles too. I too would have been nervous writing a goth poem, because I think it’s very easy to become ‘overdramatic’ or dark for darkness’ sake. You didn’t fall into that trap and managed to create a complex feeling for your readers. Can we please have more?

        And thank you!

      • floweringink

        July 7, 2018 at 5:27 am

        This means more than you know. Than you so much!!!!

  5. WaltPage

    July 6, 2018 at 2:26 pm

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    You may have noticed in other comments that I focus on phrases. Your phrases in this poem are sheer brilliance dear friend. I could feel the heat from words too hot to swallow. I could tremble from the desire on my skin and inhale the fragrance of her lips as I felt her teeth sink into my neck! More! For God’s Sake, MORE! ☺

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    • floweringink

      July 6, 2018 at 2:58 pm

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      Thank you, Walt!!!! You are so wonderful!!! “words too hot to swallow” is my favorite moment in the poem, the one that felt solid to me; I am so glad it struck you.

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  6. Angela

    July 7, 2018 at 9:24 am

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    Wow!!!

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    • floweringink

      July 7, 2018 at 9:29 am

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      Thank you!!! I just read your poem – so good!!!! I wanted to comment, but WP is playing silly buggers (as my husband says). So, please know that I read it and it is gorgeous!!!!

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      • Angela

        July 7, 2018 at 9:39 am

        This one particularly speaks to me. The description is amazing. I’ve read it several times!

        Thank you! The process of seeing truth within ourselves is often a painful one, but also the most freeing and real-feeling experience on this earth, I think.

        Love to you, Susan! 💜

      • floweringink

        July 7, 2018 at 9:43 am

        I totally agree! Sending so much love your way, my friend!

      • Angela

        July 7, 2018 at 7:21 pm

        Thank you!

  7. Tom Being Tom

    July 7, 2018 at 9:59 am

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    Great googly moogly! “a huntress made of porcelain”, “a tongue of silk and practiced vulnerability”, “Her eyes ignite the desire on your skin”, “fills your mouth with longing”, “Inhibitions melt … she sighs and bites and devours your conscience.”

    That is stunning stuff, sister! 😯

    (P.S. as of the time of this comment, your link did not work. 😉 )

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    • floweringink

      July 7, 2018 at 10:04 am

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      Googly Moogy!!!! I love that! Thank you for the kind words, my friend, and for letting me know about the link.

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