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Patch Work Quilt
The lane heavy with brambles
nightshades too and elderberry
black and shiny in noonday heat
fingers dark with bramble juice,
sweet, tastes my tongue and purple.
Memories compete rose buds open
butterflies unfold their wings
in search of the ripening stigma
wet with honeydew and mystery.
My finger to my lips confirms
sweet tastes and opal charm,
tempting nightshade purple
hiding in the bramble leaves.
Seek not her generous gift,
belladonna, beware her name!
The blackbird shuns her mystery,
you to the rose return.
Let honeydew quench your thirst,
drink deep and thirst for more.
parched mouth in noonday heat
see the rose-bud petals fall
stamens' fecund-dusty-yellow
take the stigma for your own,
none compete as petals fall.
Breathe deep, deep, intoxicate,
time to live and die.
A little death small price
as heaven beckons from tomorrow,
mouths no longer parched,
tongues replete and sweet.
nightshades too and elderberry
black and shiny in noonday heat
fingers dark with bramble juice,
sweet, tastes my tongue and purple.
Memories compete rose buds open
butterflies unfold their wings
in search of the ripening stigma
wet with honeydew and mystery.
My finger to my lips confirms
sweet tastes and opal charm,
tempting nightshade purple
hiding in the bramble leaves.
Seek not her generous gift,
belladonna, beware her name!
The blackbird shuns her mystery,
you to the rose return.
Let honeydew quench your thirst,
drink deep and thirst for more.
parched mouth in noonday heat
see the rose-bud petals fall
stamens' fecund-dusty-yellow
take the stigma for your own,
none compete as petals fall.
Breathe deep, deep, intoxicate,
time to live and die.
A little death small price
as heaven beckons from tomorrow,
mouths no longer parched,
tongues replete and sweet.
Published 30th Sep 2013
| Edited 31st Jul 2018
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30th Sep 2013 4:12pm
The small wonders we miss when we don't quite 'see' the beauty in all, i love these lines:
take the stigma for your own
none compete as petals fall.
Breathe deep, on deep, intoxicate,
there is time to live and die,
a little death small price
when heaven beckons from tomorrow,
take the stigma for your own
none compete as petals fall.
Breathe deep, on deep, intoxicate,
there is time to live and die,
a little death small price
when heaven beckons from tomorrow,
30th Sep 2013 4:17pm
Thankyou MS Vee. These are random thoughts leaving the reader to decide what they will. I had a few words left over, instead of throwing them away I thought I should use them to save waste. just a bagatelle.
30th Sep 2013 9:31pm
sometimes we have words left over not because they don't fit, but because they are bigger than the context in which we wish to put them
30th Sep 2013 5:22pm
Ms Vee I have changed the title
Further to the above. I think I should call this 'Patch work Quilt' unrelated themes stitched together each capable of supporting a poem on its own, yet together the whole having a unity drawn by a simple thread. I recall the quilt on my bed each square providing a story. Perhaps remembering the shirt from which a piece came. Memories also of the clip rug before the hearth bits of old coats looped through an jute sugar sack.
Further to the above. I think I should call this 'Patch work Quilt' unrelated themes stitched together each capable of supporting a poem on its own, yet together the whole having a unity drawn by a simple thread. I recall the quilt on my bed each square providing a story. Perhaps remembering the shirt from which a piece came. Memories also of the clip rug before the hearth bits of old coats looped through an jute sugar sack.
1st Oct 2013 1:15am
A perfect poetic patchwork
As always vivid with imagery and a pleasure to read!
As always vivid with imagery and a pleasure to read!
1st Oct 2013 11:50am
Thankyou catlady Random thoughts down a country lane, which can soon be lost. I may return to these lines.
