Sunday, March 10, 2013

Milk and Honey

I have killed myself, sweetly
bare around the throat
stained with dried cherry

Her long body, eaten thin
mouthful of plump berries
licking the corners of a candied moon
velvet moist, peeling apart a tender crust

When he is with me, delicate white
sour sweet, pouring
over a blood clot night

Silk cotton hour casts a shadow of empty morning
I foam to the top of the cup
Our moment full of sugar washes to the shore
where he once served me, warm milk and honey


*Written for the Sunday Mini-Challenge at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads,
where Grace is hosting a day in the kitchen.
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14 comments:

  1. MarianMarch 10, 2013 at 9:47 AM

    yowza, what a moment. i love this, especially "blood clot night" and the sugar moment washing to the shore. wow.

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  2. Brian MillerMarch 10, 2013 at 10:08 AM

    dang...what a feel in this...great intentional use of words...the blood clot night, long body eaten thin...the killing of oneself...it sets up a really nice close though...

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  3. ScarletMarch 10, 2013 at 10:22 AM

    From the opening line to the end, wow to the piece ~ A lot of meaning & emotions to the relationship ~ Specially like second stanza- eaten thin, eating a mouthful of berries, candied moon ~

    Thanks for sharing your beautiful work at Real Toads ~

    Wishing you Happy Sunday ~

    Grace

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  4. Amrit SinhaMarch 10, 2013 at 10:45 AM

    "Our moment full of sugar washes to the shore
    where he once served me, warm milk and honey" Superb ... this one is awesome !!!

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  5. MargaretMarch 10, 2013 at 11:21 AM

    Silk cotton hour... so many nice word combinations!

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  6. ayalaMarch 10, 2013 at 5:42 PM

    Our moment full of sugar washes to the shore
    where he once served me, warm milk and honey
    I love it! Beautiful!

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  7. Kay L. DaviesMarch 10, 2013 at 6:53 PM

    "licking the corners of a candied moon"!
    This is beautiful.
    K

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  8. Jennifer WagnerMarch 10, 2013 at 10:41 PM

    Love the imagery. Gorgeous.

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  9. MixiMarch 10, 2013 at 11:48 PM

    Wow! Such a powerful flow of the most feral, most basic, most instinctual of feelings. Erotic, emotional and engaging,all at the same time.

    A beautiful flow of words and imagery, building up to a searing climax and a soothing end.

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  10. Sabio LantzMarch 11, 2013 at 12:57 AM

    I originally read your poem but skipped over it because I could not get anything out of it.
    You were kind enough to comment on my silly poem, so I have visited again.
    I read the comments, and as usual, they don't help me either.
    The use of words is strong, but that is easy with that vocabulary.
    But I can't see a metaphor, a focus or coherent ideas.
    But I must tell you, I am a poetic idiot in many ways. So I will tell you my only impression.
    First I thought it might be two dead lovers in the grave, described using food and gore. And one of those lovers committed suicide.

    Can you help me out more?

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  11. UnknownMarch 11, 2013 at 2:46 AM

    that first line - wow! Pulled me in right from the start!

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  12. HannahMarch 11, 2013 at 11:33 AM

    So sensually expressed...filling in image and I love this:

    "licking the corners of a candied moon"

    I just love that you arrive...full circle with your last line and title.

    So good to read you again!! Thank you so much for your lovely comment @ my blog!

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  13. Old EggMarch 11, 2013 at 11:03 PM

    It is always a delight to visit and succumb to your words mysteriously sensual and tantalizingly out of reach.

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  14. adhi dasMarch 12, 2013 at 10:10 PM

    what an awesome imagination!!GOD<3U

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