Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Queen Anne

A pear is rich and ripe and smells of yellow
the flavor of babies breath
From loose strings, things will grow

We laugh at the root of blood

Queen Anne, sewn up in lace

She remembers feeding us plum, while

she slept with Sweet William

eating snowberries off of his tongue

We dance around a cornflower ring

spitting out lotus petals, unity in her writhe

She sits in the middle, a mouth stuffed with livid earth

We force her to listen to our screams

Those moonless nights, we walked on stolen toes

Her buffering mouth, no apology rose

She gave us her eyes to borrow for a day, once

Our pendant pupils in transition lens:

silk and fruit, boundless as the sea

our hearts, draping over the moon.

We hung Sweet William from licorice rows

He bleeds from the tip of his nose

We laugh at the root of majesty

Our silver Queen, the bud of our dreams

If I were to give you twilight by summer
would you catch the tears of winter for me?


Written for Three Word Wednesday: buffer, transition, unity

27 comments:

  1. lots of twists and turns as your words paint wonderful, soothing images

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    1. Thanks Joanne! It felt a little vengeful to me. :)

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  2. Dripping from those licorice rows..strong thick smells and sounds..a touch of Alice perhaps..magical..hypnotic and worth savouring sweetly..jae

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    1. Yes, a taste of torment for the queen. Thank you for savoring it sweetly. :)

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  3. Lovely words and images,,,sweet,,,

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  4. Very powerful and magical, especially those last two lines. Just wonderful

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  5. three is some interesting magic in this...the mouth stuffed with earth and letting you borrow her eyes is a cool touch for sure...hope you are having a great day...smiles.

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    1. Thanks...hope you are as well...smiles.

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  6. This has such a connection to...everything. So many lovely lines, loved this one:
    'Those moonless nights, we walked on stolen toes'
    Lovely, lovely imagery.

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    1. Thank you, Bren! I feels like these girls lived among such luscious beautiful, but only allowed to appear in it when a glimpse was stolen.

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  7. Yes, those 'stolen toes' did it for me too. It is as though you have discovered a secret entrance to a realm so beautiful that by telling us about it we are entranced but have no clue how to get there ourselves. Mesmerizing, please do not wake me!

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    1. You always spread a huge smile across my face. Thank you!

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  8. I was transported to a lovely, but treacherous garden:)

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  9. I like the lines, "If I were to give you twilight by summer
    would you catch the tears of winter for me?" well done.

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  10. These beautiful lines could have been spoken by Ophelia - but not in her mad scene.

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    1. Oh, I didn't think of her, but surely the sort of riddle from that poor little beauty. Maybe a bit of this might have been during her mad scene, I like that thought. :)

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  11. Lush and vivid with colors ~ Beautifully done ~

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  12. This is amazing! And SO creative. I loved it, especially this section (and the stollen toes):

    "eating snowberries off of his tongue
    We dance around a cornflower ring
    spitting out lotus petals, unity in her writhe
    She sits in the middle, a mouth stuffed with livid earth
    We force her to listen to our screams"

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