Thursday, November 9, 2017

jamming to strawberries fields forever



your skin
is sun-dimpled  
luscious silk that
when
dipped in petticoats
of cream
or chocolate
or brandy
becomes honeycomb
of sweetness 

plucked-  
i hear you
rinsing under water,
paring green leaves,
& quartering your heart
to vanilla-shaped florets-
readying your
siren song-
we turn to grinning fools
with butterfingers   

popped-
tell me,
when the full moon
rises, what will
we do with all this 
juice
stuck in our mouths-
red, of the purest kiss 



Picture credit:  here

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Meeting the Bar hosted by Frank Hubeny ~  Today we are writing about ODES (Poems of praise).     Pub doors open at 3 pm EST.   

25 comments:

  1. Oh how I LOVE this! And YES to strawberries with chocolate skirts, whipped cream aprons, sour cream mustaches. All that juice and oooooh that kiss :) Delectable! <3

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  2. I cannot come up with anything to say that will not get me kicked out of here.

    Your erotica is so damn hot.

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  3. I love this delicious ode. On one hand it is so innocent and on the other, it is so erotic. I like the innocent side better with the whipped cream aprons. I like that image a lot and reminds me of my grandmother's ruffled aprons she often wore.

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  4. So great, and what a good summer memory... we still have jam that I cooked when they were at it's best. And it works well in so many ways.

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  5. A wonderful title, Grace, riffing on The Beatles! That is a delicious image of strawberries dipped in petticoats
    of cream and singing a siren song. The ending is sweet with moon, juice and kisses.

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  6. I liked those strawberries associated with the "purest kiss" at the end. Nice poem of praise.

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  7. Such a delicious and evocative poem!

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  8. I have memories of when strawberries tasted of something. This brings them back :)

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    1. Such a good point. I want REAL field strawberries, warmed by the sun. Grocery store berries, like you said, taste like nothing.

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  9. Ha. I think you brought the heat with those strawberries. I like how you use that lone action verb to start each stanza as well. Very nicely done grace.

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  10. Love me some strawberries--smothered in whipped cream, or with chocolate or caramel hats. This is, as noted, a delicious ode, with duplicity & metaphoric splendor too.

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  11. Clever, clever title & I just love every luscious bite of this ode!

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  12. If I knew strawberries were like that, I'd have eaten them long ago.

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  13. I love the way you play with layers of meaning and use such scrumptious, tactile language in your ode!

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  14. becomes honeycomb
    of sweetness

    So nice to think something sour can turn out sweet!

    Hank

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  15. Makes me long again for the fresh strawberries! Wonderful!

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  16. I love what you did for strawberries, Grace. They are my favorite. I like that they have petticoats at times. I can still get fresh ones but they cost more!

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  17. oh this is such a delicious song of praise "dipped in petticoats
    of cream" yummy!

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  18. So delicious this- I especially liked "what will we do with all this juice stuck in our mouths." Swoon!

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  19. omg, everyone else gets poetic but reading this just makes me really hungry for strawberries! yum!

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  20. What a tribute to such a legend-worthy fruit. And I hear the Beatles in my head, again! :)

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  21. Oh, hey. I suddenly sing the song.

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