Précis
It must have been a week for citrus
zest and candles yellow and green;
I see a courtyard there and a lemon
tree whose unbound feet turn stones
to moss; a random toss of earth
incubating delphiniums for summer.
CB
This week's Tuesday Poems (there are two) are by US poet, Lorine Neidecker; Susan Landry is the hub's editor. Please click on the quill for 'a random toss' of poems. . .
Nice!
ReplyDeleteI love your unbound feet
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed this Claire; and the end words make up a beautiful poem too.
ReplyDeletei see all the colors...of course :)
ReplyDeleteClaire I love the movement of this - from the flickering flames of the candles to the solidity of the incubating earth and the possibilities there... but most of all I love the rhythms of the language ( moss and toss) and the enjambments (turn/to moss).. and the deliciousness of the delphiniums - such a wonderful word, so blue...
ReplyDeleteI love this little couplet, Claire. And the fact that I now know what (Mary's) "enjambment" means--I took a 3 day poetry workshop last week!
ReplyDeleteHelen - thanks ; )
ReplyDeleteIsabel - hello, and nice to know you like the lemon tree's unbound feet. Taking this phrase literally for a moment, bare feet will be my preference over shoes any day. How about you? In the dry desert landscape you occupy, I imagine you'd want to steep bare feet in cool water often. . . ?
Thanks, Gordon - worlds within worlds. ; )