"Everyday in every way I’m getting better and better" - Emile Coue
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.
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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.
ReplyDeleteSure some kick to that color with the rum haha
ReplyDeleteSuch INCREDIBLE images here, Grace.
ReplyDelete"winter-iced rooms" and sun as "orange-rust flower/peeling"
Wonderful.
This sounds like a perfect place to be... really love how you used the word, and I imagine this as a heavenly bar.
ReplyDeleteWhat gorgeous images in this! I especially like the "sky is shimmering river, glass blued".
ReplyDeleteI 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!
ReplyDeleteI 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!
ReplyDeleteI'll have some of that spiced rum, please! Delicious poem!
ReplyDeleteSounds wonderful Grace! I don’t drink, but I brought along some spiced hot apple cider.
ReplyDeletewhat a delicious poem Grace!
ReplyDeleteNicely done. In this hot March Trinidad weather though i prefer a cold cold beer
ReplyDeletemuch love...
My goodness this is breathtaking, Grace!❤️ Especially love; "sun is orange-rust flower peeling." Woww!
ReplyDeleteI do love a rum soaked sangria 🍷
ReplyDeleteSheer imagistic bliss, Grace! :)
ReplyDeletesounds like a very good author
ReplyDeleteWords are indeed spiced wine!
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteI love all your interesting images in this poem. Drink the spiked rum and let your imagination run!
ReplyDeleteLove what you've done with this Grace - so descriptive, and the use of the hyphen to create new images.
ReplyDeletea book lover with a wonderful twist of imagination - I too was taken by the 'pianos
ReplyDeleteplaying
away in winter-iced rooms' - Dr Zhivago came to mind
A great book and a favorite beverage! It spikes an interest in me!
ReplyDeleteNice description: "sky is shimmering river"
ReplyDeleteYummy, and imaginative.
ReplyDeleteWonderful images here, Grace. I hope you enjoyed that drink! :)
ReplyDeleteYou started with a book. That's all I needed to know. :)
ReplyDeleteA spiked drink - yes, that angle slipped by me. Love the images in this piece. Wonderful.
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