concubine picture

In her master’s eyes she sees his favour,

A smouldered glance reveals she is the one.

Fevered touch and kiss she craves to savour.

Tonight he chooses well and she has won.

But wanderlust, disquietude advance,

Foreboding, cast aside for someone new,

Karma calls, lends only this one chance.

What is a woman spurned so forced to do?

Poisoned lips she presses to his temple,

Whispers words of loving, serves to please.

Thus patronized, he begins to tremble,

Falls, willingly, she upon her knees.

Bejewelled dagger, in the boudoir, sparkles,

Moonlight glinting in dark eyes, on fixed smile,

Planned madness, maniacal her chuckle,

His supine head, eyes glazed, gone for a while.

‘Be still, sweetheart,’ softest words placate,

Unknown end, his in comfort and in leisure,

Exquisite agony propels his fate,

Life’s end erupting with his mighty pleasure.

With ebbing breath he gasps to tell his story,

Tale recounted oft, and oft too late,

‘My love, you were heart’s one true glory.

For you I foreswore others as my mate.’

With swift recourse and gesture lost to reason

She plunges bloodied dagger into heart,

Bled with him, though mortal life was over,

Together now, in death, no one dares part.


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35 thoughts on “Concubine”

    1. That wonderful night in Edinburgh where I knocked Hugh back for you was a once in a lifetime only, Pete. I think when the cannon sounded at 1.a.m. that was a wake-up call to end what may have been a magical relationship borne of our mutual contempt for ‘leccy companies and prattish politicos. That, and the fact that it is so difficult to keep my current master amused while coveting Hugh’s bones.
      He phoned me the next day, you know, to ask what the hell I was playing at. I tried to explain about the wind howling round the castle walls while we dined on haggis, neeps and tatties. But, poor Aussie darling just didn’t get the magic of such fare.
      I must in all honesty own up here, Pete to the fact that I have booked the same table for Hugh and I to let him experience a similar elevation of soul.
      My husband will be driving us there as I’ve promised to wear my most enticing harem glamour on my return. What can I say? It was lovely while it lasted.
      You couldn’t give me the number of that piper could you? He was damn good at Scots Wae Hae!? 😉
      P.S. Tell your wife I was asking for her. 🙂 x


    1. Aye, a woman scorned is to be watched. Or so I’ve heard. 😉 Quite fancy a nice wee jewelled dagger right enough. But just for peeling my apple and twirling round my fingers in a kinda warning way. 😉 x


      1. I’m good for the dark eyeliner. But I was thinking more of a half-coiffed-this-is-the-way-it-always-looks wildish, Kate Bush style. Maybe a bodice with a few strategically placed hooks not eyed. And a gypsy skirt with ballet shoes to finish the ensemble. Gawd, I’ve just described the seventies. Well, mine anyway. 😉 x


  1. Yes the Piper 01382 665592 But your welcome to him, he had a ipod stuffed in his sporran and two speakers strapped to his thighs!! bloody cost be £20 as well!!
    If I was your husband I would be asking your Hugh for petrol money brining you all that way.
    Tell your husband I was asking about him and tell him I know what its like when your partner has a crush on someone……. My wife has a crush on Aleksandr…….. 🙂 Compare the fecking Meerkat!!!!


    1. Bloody cheek. Stuffing his sporran. And charging twenty quid a blast on the pipes. Hubby figures the petrol money is going to a good cause. My eternal happiness. I’d call that a bargain.
      And tell your wife she’s really needing to watch a few good movies instead of the adverts. I can recommend one or two. Not being a big movie buff. How about X-Men, Wolverine, Les Miserables, Australia? 😉 x


      1. Oh so your pregnant then, Hughs phantom baby, eh eh? He will do a runner, mark my words, he is no good, its all media hype, do you know how many phantom children he has, 8 out 10 women who saw Les Mis came out worn out and pregnant, he is just a male slut…….. oh yes he is!


      2. Jeez oh! That’s the last thing I need. Seven’s enough for any woman. Well, me anyway.
        If Les Mis had that effect I’d be running two football teams by now. 😉 x


      3. I even heard a few men fell pregnant….. now that is sex appeal lol. When I was a child there was a family who lived a few doors down from my granny, they had 15 kids 4 sets of twins, the husband went to see with my uncle and was away 3 out of 4 weeks at sea so either they went like rabbits when he was home, he left her samples or she had someone on the side. The house was only 3 bedroom and two rooms with a kitchen, outside loo and tin bath. The kids were little bastards as well 🙂


      4. Sounds like a few I’ve known in the past. Scary wee buggers. 😉
        If Hugh is having that effect on men I’m going to have to rethink my strategies. I could do without the extra competition. 🙂 x


      5. I would just give up on Hugh……Its just been on the news, Hugh is gay, I am really sorry to break this news to you, I hope you have a vial to gather up your tears and send them to Hugh as a last defiant act to show him even though he is now a kangaroo cuddlier, budgie buster, a wallaby walloper, Koala kisser that you will wait for him…
        Should be glad he is not a New Zealander, you never know what he would be fiddling with….. 🙂 x


  2. I have some stick on gems I use for making my cards, they are not cheap, but the are strap on………sorry stick on, I don’t know what I was thinking then, anyway £1 each but P&P is free, I take PayPal, Visa, Mastercard, cash………just send cash to the local soup kitchen…..See I am not all bad 🙂 x


    1. Soup! You mentioned soup. I’ve been living on home-made broth the last few days. I can’t get enough of it. Ham hough and barley with whole tatties and mixed veg. Mmmm. Swap you a bowl of my best home-made for a few gems. 🙂 x


    2. lol but do you have room for a muscle man with an Aussie accent, walking around in his tight, tight tshirts and speedo’s …….. and asking you to rub his Wolverine whiskers…….Meow lol


      1. Well you know I would try it but I am scared I may like it….. 🙂 I am getting a bit old in the tooth for does he love me or does he not lol


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