Monday, March 11, 2019

with a squeeze of lemon juice




as I turn the book

words leap, delicious as 
      sugar-spice
images and faces are luminous 
      as stars
i imagine pianos 
      playing   
away in winter-iced rooms 

sun is orange-rust flower
        peeling 
sky is shimmering river, glass 
        blued    
as i drink red wine spiked 
        with rum





Posted for dVerse Poets  - Quadrille hosted by De Jackson.   This is a 44 word post, with the word, SPIKE.   Thanks for your visit.

26 comments:

  1. You had me at /I imagine pianos playing away in winter iced rooms/; a tasty quadrille indeed; liked sun as /orange rust flower/. It is very sensual, catering to the taste buds.

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  2. Sure some kick to that color with the rum haha

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  3. Such INCREDIBLE images here, Grace.
    "winter-iced rooms" and sun as "orange-rust flower/peeling"
    Wonderful.

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  4. This sounds like a perfect place to be... really love how you used the word, and I imagine this as a heavenly bar.

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  5. What gorgeous images in this! I especially like the "sky is shimmering river, glass blued".

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  6. I was intrigued by the leap from the title ‘with a squeeze of lemon juice’ to a book and words, and then I was completely taken by the ‘pianos playing away in winter-iced rooms’. I’ve never had ‘red wine spiked with rum’ but it seems to have a kick, Grace!

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  7. I like the sensory interactions here. And that "shimmering river, glass blued is very beautiful. Sorry, couldn't put the second set of quotes on - I've done something strange to my keyboard!

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  8. I'll have some of that spiced rum, please! Delicious poem!

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  9. Sounds wonderful Grace! I don’t drink, but I brought along some spiced hot apple cider.

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  10. Nicely done. In this hot March Trinidad weather though i prefer a cold cold beer

    much love...

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  11. My goodness this is breathtaking, Grace!❤️ Especially love; "sun is orange-rust flower peeling." Woww!

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  12. I do love a rum soaked sangria 🍷

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  13. sounds like a very good author

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  14. Words are indeed spiced wine!

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  15. I truly enjoyed this poem. I cannot remember (ha) how many times I have spent an evening in the Prancing Pony. What a wonderful memory your poem inspired! Thank you for sharing it.

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  16. I love all your interesting images in this poem. Drink the spiked rum and let your imagination run!

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  17. Love what you've done with this Grace - so descriptive, and the use of the hyphen to create new images.

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  18. a book lover with a wonderful twist of imagination - I too was taken by the 'pianos
    playing
    away in winter-iced rooms' - Dr Zhivago came to mind

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  19. A great book and a favorite beverage! It spikes an interest in me!

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  20. Nice description: "sky is shimmering river"

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  21. Wonderful images here, Grace. I hope you enjoyed that drink! :)

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  22. You started with a book. That's all I needed to know. :)

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  23. A spiked drink - yes, that angle slipped by me. Love the images in this piece. Wonderful.

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