Here’s the winning poetry:-
Turn my blue heart red
Who are you?
My preying eyes have known this beguiling face since eternity
But you’re not my charming wife, for she died in fire, by a bloody mob
You’re someone else, born with the same scent at the nape of your neck
The same serenading demeanor, with the same enigmatic sexuality
My eternal love for my bride, has brought you as reincarnated Martha
Ever since I’ve felt your voluptuous presence , your pulse reverberating in me
I’m breathless, soaking in innate desires of consolidation
Since eternity, I have been the perfect vessel for the fears and desires of an era gone by
An evil intruder who personified everything threatening and powerful
I’ve gained immortality by getting a deal with the devil
But I’m now shrinking, weak and gentle, diluted in evilness and spirits
I’m lost in despairing nights of aloofness and fretful agonizing desires
Your presence around me has awakened a lustful affliction
That keeps throbbing my heart with the cutting edge
I’m lovelorn seeking the reincarnated soul of my lost love in your entranced body
I want to make you my flesh and my blood
And throb with your bleed in unison
My predatory sexuality has been aroused by your sensuous aura
I’m forced to be attracted, captivated by your Sanctity
Your luscious locks, your scarlet buds swoon me like subtle alchemy
Like necromancy I’m getting pulled into the invisible abyss of desperation
My Dracula blood is palpitating, thirsty for the belonging
I’m Dracula, the rapacious, the destructive blood sucking creep
Without a single speck of color in life
But now your love, your ivory presence has ignited a flame in my dreary darb nights
Making me seek light, seek love
Please Grant me redemption by being my Martha
Can’t you see, it’s not passing flirtation or infatuation, nor eroticism
It’s infringing upon my survival, my lone stark identity
My evil allure is palpitating and now my heart rips in anticipation
Sharp like my canines, my gory spirits uprise in your want
My deathly hallows are calling
Hold me captivated, consecrate my soul, hold my becoming
You’re born to be mine, I’ve been craving for your possession
You might be Mina for the world, but you’re my transmigrated Martha
Shower your Pious intimacy on my lonesome, dark, arid quintessence
and let my blue heart bleed red with life !!
Longing for you badly!
Yours Dracula !!
(I wrote this poem as a part of a competition with the following prompt. I was the second prize winner)
Title: Dracula’s Letters of Love
When Dracula fell in love with Mina, who reminded him of his beloved dead wife, he came to England where she effortlessly got attracted towards his charm. And so were we, theirs love story was nothing less than magic. Come let’s recreate this magic, charm, allurement and seductive love tale of extreme passion, burning for each other once again through poetry. You have to write a poem in a letter form expressing Dracula’s love and longing towards Mina. Weave your poetry in a gothic era, and show the despair, longing and Dracula’s intense love for Mina through the letter. You can make your poem styled in archaic language or in a free verse but the backdrop has to be either gothic or utopian.
Some simple rules for you to follow:
1. Write a poem not more than 50 lines
2. Only one entry per household
3. Post your poem in the comment section below
4. You can use synonymic or symbolic words of love, longing, sensuality but no erotica please.
5. Submit your poem till 20th December 2020 till midnight for it to be considered as a participating entry.
The three winners will be selected and their names will be announced in the group on 23rd of Dec 2020.
The first winner will receive E-Certificate and Cc merchandise as a prize. The second and third winner will receive E-Certificates both.
P.S. Top five entries will be published in the first digital issue of ‘Chrysanthemum Chronicles’.