my tongue is spooning pumpkin soup
& warm bread
wrap me
not with wrath of pandemic's
second wave
nor with skein of its affliction
but with blanket
knitted soft as sky of maple leaves
red-smocked by evening sun
threading deeper unto shadows
of trees
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, where the given word is Blanket. This is a 44 word post.
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This is exquisitely drawn, Grace! I love the idea of blanket "knitted soft as sky of maple leaves," such a strong and comforting image!💝
ReplyDeletewhat a wonderful blanket you wove Grace
ReplyDelete"red-smocked by evening sun" - gorgous
Oh I want to have a sky like that as well.. we had a bit of this during lunch today and I sat out on the balcony drinking coffee
ReplyDeleteI love the way those threads are drawn through the poem, Grace, and the warmth that is emitted in the pumpkin soup, warm bread, and the blanket ‘red-smocked by evening sun’. Pumpkin and butternut squash soups are my favourite.
ReplyDeleteYou and I both used tree shadows. I like the contrast with the warm soup and the brightness of nature as blanket.
ReplyDeleteA wish for today, well woven. The 'tongue spooning soup...' has a lovely luscious sound - I can almost taste it - and lovely quiet assonance in the last lines - 'sun' 'shadows' 'trees'
ReplyDeleteNow I want pumpkin soup.
ReplyDeleteI really liked 'red-smocked by evening sun', not sure why this line in particular stood out, there was some beautiful imagery in this poem, but this was perhaps an unexpected image for me and it stuck perfectly.
ReplyDelete"wrap me not with wrath...nor with skein...but with blanket" yes.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, beautiful, beautiful! Such fascinating wordplay and a heartfelt meaning. Just being wrapped in warmth, in peace, that's all anyone can ask for. Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteSuch lovely imagery Grace.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! I love the sewing words threaded throughout."Red-smocked by evening sun" is such a vivid image.
ReplyDeleteLovely autumn poem - you always create such painterly poems, Grace.
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ReplyDeleteYour language is gorgeous and pumpkin is my favourite soup
ReplyDeleteHappy Monday Grace
Much💖love
Such a cozy poem. I know little of sewing but I do recognize these terms. I would love a good piece of woarm bread spready with soft butter! I can smell the soup down here.
ReplyDelete"but with blanket
ReplyDeleteknitted soft as sky of maple leaves
red-smocked by evening sun"
Goodness that's beautiful!
Wonderful. We need a new blanket! And pumpkin soup is luscious!
ReplyDelete"knitted soft as sky of maple leaves" - Exquisite.
ReplyDeleteWe all need this blanket, that keeps us safe from the insanity in the world right now.
ReplyDeleteThe imagery just fills the senses: well done, Grace!
ReplyDeleteknitted soft as sky of maple leaves
ReplyDeletered-smocked by evening sun
Yes Grace, Warm and colourful as blankets ought to be for we are together a third of the day!
Hank
Beautiful words.
ReplyDeleteit swirls on the tongue:)
ReplyDeleteWonderful words Grace, may we all find warm shelter from this insistent disease.
ReplyDeleteThe images of the pumpkin soup and the warm blanket are so comforting. We all need shelter from our fears at the moment I think.
ReplyDeleteExquisite play of words Grace...
ReplyDeleteMay your wish come true for all of us.
ReplyDelete"red-smocked by evening sun " ... such a clever use of words, Grace.
ReplyDeleteA sense of hope in this blanket, a thrust against winter and virus, and all that ails.
ReplyDeleteGrace,
ReplyDeleteLovely. I especially like the multi-sensory experience of these lines,
"but with blanket
knitted soft as sky of maple leaves
red-smocked by evening sun
Thank you for getting my day off to a great start.