plops
on soil
a half-world away
summer
pulses of hungry bees & fire-
flies-
it's the season of heat, lime-
pressed drinks & masked
carnivals- i wait
for curl
of first magnolia bulb
& quickening of new
moon
Picture credit: here
Posted for D'verse poets Pub - OpenLinkNight ~ Trying my hand at Imagism (WCW poems), which I missed last week ~Thanks for the visit ~
Ah, your poem gives me something to look forward to. Heat and lime-pressed drinks call to me! Very effective use of imagism, Grace.
ReplyDeleteI think carnival comes next week... And the Chinese New Year.. Magnolia bulbs though.. Not quite there yet. But I noticed 5 PM that it's not pitch dark any longer.
ReplyDeleteOh how I wish we were in your poem's season here. Lovely words.
ReplyDeleteOh, goodness. That magnolia bud IS a new moon. How incredibly lovely.
ReplyDeleteAlso, THIS:
"summer
pulses of hungry bees & fire"
Sigh. Gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteGrace this is breathtaking. It is warming my heart for Spring and all the hope it brings. :-)
My neighbour has a magnolia tree, and I can't wait for it to bloom. It's exquisite, as is your poem, Grace.
ReplyDeleteThis is exquisite. So ripe and sexy. It drips, baby.
ReplyDeleteEvery apple must fall. You make my mouth water-hungry for sin.
Oh, I love the hidden meaning in the title: you want to awaken someone's "spring" (both noun[s] and verb)
DeleteI had originally written this as "Scarlet" but changed my mind and edited it for spring season ~ Thanks for the comment S ~
DeleteIs it on the other blog as well? In its original state?
DeleteNot published yet....sometimes I am conflicted, smiles ~
DeleteAhhh, memories of spring. I dream of it while reading this and anticipating snow.
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely gorgeous Grace :D
ReplyDeleteA bloom showing off it's new moon, not a bad mooning haha
ReplyDeleteLovely :)
ReplyDeletecurl of the first magnolia.. lovely image!
ReplyDeleteaaahh - the promise of summer. Such beautiful imagery. I can smell it, taste it... want it. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteOh, me too...me too, Grace! I am so ready!!
ReplyDeleteBright images and great use of sounds too...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful images and my magnolia is now in bud!
ReplyDeleteI love Magnolias. I love your poem and join you in longing for Spring.
ReplyDeleteOh I love this one, Grace! Especially these lines (and their arrangement)
ReplyDelete"summer
pulses of hungry bees & fire-
flies-
it's the season of heat, lime-
pressed drinks & masked
carnivals- i wait"
The arrangement makes me conjure up bonfires, then fire flies (which I dearly love and miss) and finally flies....all images of summer.
Beautiful exquisite photo too.
We're waiting here too, kiddo..........we have green things sprouting in the garden but the skies are still grey and lowering, rain, rain, wain.......watching the light last JUST a little longer each evening....cant wait!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great imagist poem. So glad you tried it. I loved the fact that you ventured down under and tasted a bit of warm weather.
ReplyDeleteGrace, I lived it!
ReplyDeleteI made me long to hurry Spring in. Beautfully put.
Very well done in the imagist mode, Grace. We almost don't have winter here in Albany. I hope it presages an early spring.
ReplyDeleteSteve K.
"plops". Not for a long time has a word evoked such a sense of awe in me. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
Well.. wITh Azaleas stiLL bLooming
ReplyDeleteViolet.. iN middle oF WiNter
SprinG cAMe anD
leFt aNd
never
arrives
i guess..
but DaFfodils
kNow tHeir place
In February..
iN hINt
ofFSprinG
here sTill
cominG..:)
Almost summer. :)
ReplyDeleteAlthough summer is half a world away, we're having an unseasonably warm winter, so I won't complain ☺
ReplyDeleteI wait too, Grace. And wait. Soon it will be upon us. Have a wonderful week.
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