She's plum reticent in burgundy room
Reading peppermint scented letters
Her thoughts far away
Chopping orange peelings from seething sun
Mixing fresh tumeric and cayenne pepper
The wind is drumming with savage songs
She's steeped in garish-yarrow memories
Knotting her black hair neatly
Her palms dried black tea
Blending ginger roots from flaxing moon
Serving hot chocolates with churros
The sky is luminous with vibrant colors
She's grapejuice-dusk with exploding stardust
Penning stories, her past put to rest
One page at a time
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Grace! This is GORGEOUS!!!
ReplyDeleteI especially like the first stanza and the last two.
There is so much fabulous colour in this poem, Grace! It's kind of sixties pasiley psychedelic.
ReplyDeleteMy favourite lines:
'Chopping orange peelings from seething sun
Mixing fresh tumeric and cayenne pepper
The wind is drumming with savage songs'
and
'She's grapejuice-dusk with exploding stardust
Penning stories, her past put to rest
One page at a time'
I meant paisley!
ReplyDeleteI love how you have weaved it together... the way you start with she is, with wonderful metaphors and how you weave it with spices.. great idea... (we should have spices as a prompt someday)
ReplyDeleteI love the mixing of spices, colors, flavors in this great poem. You have taken all the elements and put them on your palette and then onto the page. Perfection.
ReplyDeleteYou embrace expressionism with verve and outstanding word-smithing. I, too, was snagged at /the wind is drumming with savage songs/. The poem is multilayered & with each reading more is revealed; an excellent piece, Grace.
ReplyDeleteThat's an amazing poem Grace ~ I love the way you've used food to create some great images ..peppermint scented letters - grapejuice-dusk, but my favourite line: wind drumming savage song. Just wonderful.
ReplyDeleteI liked how the past is put to rest with each page of the stories she writes. It makes me want to write some stories to put my past to rest as well.
ReplyDeleteSo full of colour! The soul of expressionist painting.
ReplyDeleteA really wondrous journey through so many colors and smells...I love black tea palms...I can smell them.
ReplyDeleteTo quote another, Grace, this is GORGEOUS! So much color, so much expression. I can't even pick a favorite line. I will say this, the artwork does not do your words justice!!! In other words, I wish there was an artist reading your words, who would then put them to the canvas! :) This is the case where someone should actually try to PAINT your words! :) WONDERFUL! Can you tell, I'm gushing here????
ReplyDeleteThank you Lillian ~ I might take you up on that someday, smiles ~
DeleteEach tale that is told puts it to rest, can't beat that
ReplyDeleteI often say to artists at the art blogs in which I'm involved "it was a feast for the eyes". I'm amazed to say I can say the same for your words -- "a feast for the eyes". Oh (sigh) wondrous!
ReplyDeleteOh, my, goodness. This is truly gorgeous, Grace. I'm in love with this poem
ReplyDeleteDrink to the beauty of her imagination. Well mixed.
ReplyDeleteI'm so hungry now.... fun poem
ReplyDeleteHow did Emerson describe the Poet, as one who is abandoned to the nature of things, who speaks of things adequately when wildly, inebriate: You wade into this reverie with arms wide to all that the verbal censor edits and trims and weeds out, so that shelves of taste and color collide, subduct and raise this wild way of verbalizing the act of writing poems--"blunting burgundy shards." Hot fragrances here, pressing them like leaves in the book of history. Amen.
ReplyDeleteA beauty; she is a versatile and vibrant woman! I love how you incorporated so much color and flavor...I love the ending line.
ReplyDeletehow well you combine colour and taste without a touch of purple prose - I love this poem!
ReplyDeleteYou certainly hit the challenge. "The wind is drumming with savage songs". There is something very satisfying in this poem, Grace. Lovely. Jane
ReplyDeleteThat ending knocked me out. A vivid, spicy poem, Grace. Love it!
ReplyDeleteAh Grace love you for this...you made my day . . . what a treat!
ReplyDeleteI have many favorite lines, Grace. This was tasty indeed! Probably my fav poem I've read today. You nailed it.
ReplyDeleteLove all of the food that you have woven into this piece!
ReplyDeleteLove the glaring emotional bursts many distorted from the normal scheme of things. Wonderful take Grace!
ReplyDeleteHank
This lifts off the page with scent and colour and vibrancy. 'Penning stories, her past put to rest
ReplyDeleteOne page at a time' - an awesome line.
brightly woven, Grace ~
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