Twill and Tea

Response to Mimsy's Prompt.  

For C, the Lady Leaf of my tea.





Golden bone of monkey, 
herring and needle 
tooth of hounds and 
skin of shark 
flowering of gunpowder, 
bergamot and mint,
melon seed cloud of lotus and silk 
foulard, surah, 
cavalry and drill.

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Leaves unfold
in coalescing ceremonies
of memory and becoming
in cooling cups held warm
in hands with fingers 
interlaced 
like 
twill to loom
like

The Agony of the 
Leaves.  Us, alone together,
grown together, 
lapped on the sea of time and
sung to the time of tea
in giving up parts 
of our plural selves 
to the water,

this plural tea,
‘twill coalesce.






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Really not happy with this in many ways (not least because um...you can like...hear me...), 
but....here 'tis anyway...

Dinner Music (with new, sicker ending!)

{If you were to make me angry,
I would not simply rip your head off…}

“hi there, yes, thank you, I’d love one.”

{…I would slice it off gently
being sure to not lose any of
those precious spinal fluids…}

“Gin and Tonic please.”

{…for they are the base for
the most sublime cream sauce…}

“Oh, Bombay Sapphire, lovely. Thank you.”

{…I would start first with the softest bits–
those velvety cheeks…}

“Why, yes, it IS a smashing party.”

{…the lobes of the ears and those lips…}

“No, I’m here alone.”

{…yes, those full, luscious lips
like the ripest of berries…}

“Oh, yes, I always meet the most INteresting people at these little soirees.”

{…sautéed in a little butter–
perhaps a bit of thyme,
salt, pepper– nothing else–
one must taste the lips
just as they are…}

“The band really is quite good.”

{…and oh, yes, the rest of
the ears and the nose—
not many people know what amazing
things pickling can do to cartilage–
it takes on the most tantalizing,
toothsome texture…}

“Ah, you like the afro-cuban stuff.”

{…and those college-bred brains,
the sweetest of sweetbreads…}

“Yes, I like it as well, though
I’m more of a Be-bop man myself.”

{…definitely breakfast,
with a bit of delicately
braised pork belly
and toast points
to sop up that sauce…}

“Pardon me if I sound a bit forward
but, you have the most aMAzing eyes.”

{…yes, those eyes, I would freeze
and save them for last, savour them,
cook them sou vide of course,
sixteen, seventeen hours, ever
so gently…}

“Well, listen, I have quite a collection
on vinyl, if you’d care to…”

{…so please
don’t
make
me
angry…}

“Sure, sure, just let me get my car.”

{…because I will savor
every last morsel
of your skull
for weeks
as I defecate
down your
decomposing
throat.}




Something a little different...and a little dark.
Just goes to show you, you never know what to expect around here.

Standing

the breath comes in 
through the nose,
a wave, washing,
takes the mind with it,
rolls in and
lifts the head like helium

and the head is let go
for the breath

goes through the chest,
follows the spine,
expanding as it goes,
past the pumping of the heart

and the heart is let go
for the breath

goes, pulled down by the 
the belly, the body’s center of
gravity, grows 
very warm
very slowly
near, below 
the stomach
‘midst the twists and
turns of now minded, 
mindful and embered guts
and the mind goes with it
and

the mind is let go
for the breath

goes and grows the whole
abdomen, front, back, top, sides and
yes, down 
to the colon
and 

the whole is let go
for the breath

grows, roots
into the earth 
and

the earth is let go
for the breath




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My response to Panda's Prompt: (all those other prompts were SO last year....yes, 
I waited just so I could say that  ;-))
"The challenge is to write a poem about a journey through the human body as metaphor.
You must mention at least the bum or colon, stomach, chest, heart and head – and other 
bits if you like.  It can’t just be a description of the bits, but otherwise, make free!"

Book, Salt and River

My reply for Ramblingmums Three Nuts and a Squirrel Challenge....

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You have opened yourself like a book,

taken that look and given it back

in folds of soft loving,

 

given me the shivered salt

of your throat

 

while the river

comes and goes,

comes

and goes





Mimsy, What Have We Done?!

…or “The Bifurcation of a Challenge” (yes, I said “Bifurcation”…)

It all started out so innocently, a comment made in jest, replied to in jest, challenged in jest, challenge accepted in jest….and then….the jesting got out of hand…

I leave you kids home alone for one night, and look what you’ve DONE!  You wait until your father gets home!  Have you seen the mess you made of my comments section?!?!  I guess I should be thankful its contained to just the one post!  It was that Panda boy, wasn’t it?  I knew he was bad news….

So here’s where things stand so far….I think….whimsy-mimsy made a challenge in jest in a comment about TP, old shoes and mud and writing something sensuous/romantic about them.  I took that challenge and so did a bunch of other lovelies.  Whimsy apparently passed the mantle to me…why, I’ll never know…and I came up with a name…Three Nuts and a Squirrel…and a new challenge/prompt and a bunch more lovelies blew up my comments section.  Somewhere along the way an acorn  got involved...not sure how that happened either.  Oh, yeah, I think the Panda did it…figures.  And now a Ramblin’ Mum has taken the mantle (though I think she’s trying to pass it back) for the next bit of licentiousness and that damned dirty Panda has taken things to the gutter as per usual.

Confused yet?  I am completely lost.

I haven’t had this much fun in ages.

Thanks all–