We beehive in the room
Lemonading & plumming our wine glasses
Smoked-cheese fingers, we willow tree on stools
Mapled by empty butterfly cocoons
Then, a sudden rain octupus the sky
We squirrel outside, sunflower-eyed at clouds
Our voices frogging with ripe peaches
The hours humming, scent of petalled mums
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Meeting the Bar - Verbing hosted by Bjorn Rudberg. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
I love the sense of fun in seeking the rain like that... there is such joy in this that make me think of the past times when we still met and played for real.
ReplyDeleteChrysanthemums are such beautiful, globed flowers, and I am sad that I haven’t seen any for a long time. My grandmother was very fond of them and your poem reminded me of her. I love the verbifications, especially ‘lemonading’, ‘mapled’ and the phrase ‘voices frogging with ripe peaches’,
ReplyDeleteLuscious writing, Grace. I like those voices frogging with ripe peaches.
ReplyDeleteThis is brilliant, and it has delicious imagery in the evocations you evoke, Grace. I'm stunned. I feel like I was reading poetry from the great E.E. Cummings, and I admire his work so much. I just love the creativity here, and the phrases you've made into verbs--they're delightful and vivid. Remarkable work, yet again, poetess. Also, I really loved this phrase:
ReplyDelete"Smoked-cheese fingers..."
It makes me think of THE best smoked cheese there is, and that's smoked Gruyère. No one is going to tell me otherwise, NO ONE!
Joking aside (no, really, smoked Gruyère is the best), I love this poem so much. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Enjoyed this very much, especially like “frogging” and “lemonading” ❣️🌹
ReplyDeleteI love "plumming" - so rich and fruity, so appropriate. Your verbing just knocks things off-centre a little, in a very enjoyable way.
ReplyDeleteSquirreling and plumming. Such fun!
ReplyDeleteYour really worked these big time. I think we all are behived at present, even if we are not behaved! A great analogy!
ReplyDeleteVerbilicious!
ReplyDeleteLovely fantasy in the real world.
ReplyDeleteWe squirrel outside, sunflower-eyed at clouds
ReplyDeleteOur voices frogging with ripe peaches
Classic verbing Grace. Somehow they all clicked smoothly with the flow.
Hank
'scent of petaled mums' I'm reading as the human variety since chrysanths don't smell. I like this image.
ReplyDeleteSo nice... Octopus the sky! Squirrel, frogging...
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful poem. I am enchanted.
ReplyDeleteSmoked-cheese fingers, we willow tree on stools
ReplyDeleteMapled by empty butterfly cocoons
—— Sweet and magical verbing of nouns, Grace. The last line filled me with petalled peace and the scenting of mums.
Great sense of fun and invention in this one! JIM
ReplyDeleteYou outdid yourself on the prompt, Grace. A delicious poem!
ReplyDelete"We squirrel outside, sunflower-eyed at clouds
Our voices frogging with ripe peaches"