Monday, April 18, 2011

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Seducing spring-starved
to a pagan breakfast
of fertile eggs-over-easy
and fresh-squeezed green,

she pants to repopulate,
as tender winter-lips
are somewhat bruised
in a stampede of kisses.

Coaxed to a feverish pitch
of rose hips and nakedness,
only to her early exit, hobbling
out, a one-legged mother,

cane raised in thunder-pout,
conjuring fickle winds
without orgasm, and spits,
sycophant, in your eye.


Tess Kincaid
April 2011


67 comments:

  1. I've become a bit lost in this one Willow, but I love your fried eggs, and your Mary Poppins imitation.

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  2. I'm sure it's because spring behaves like a proper lady over there, Cro. She certainly is a tease, here in the Midwest.

    You know, it wasn't until I already posted this header, that I realized how Poppinesque it is. I was thinking April and Native American rain dance, but Poppins actually works nicely for me, as well.

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  3. Spring spit in my eye yesterday, we had snow/sleet/snow/sleet. All day. Rude!!!! I'd forgotten how irritating spring can be.

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  4. Love post for spring! Eggs and squeezed green. Do you hear clapping from the back row? It is me.

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  5. Some strong words Tess, evocative even if sans orgasm winds.

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  6. spits in your eye...she has been doing a lot of spitting...glad to finally be dry today...

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  7. Wow... strong and powerful words. What a way to start the day. Thank you Tess!

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  8. The vamp was thundering & spitting on us all day Saturday. And yesterday, she was strongly blowing her fickle winds.
    You know I love the Willow Ware. We enjoy our eggs on them in the morning, too.

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  9. Rain, snow, wind, ice, sun. We had it all yesterday. I guess we're in the same band of weather.

    I have the same Blue Willow soup bowls; mine -
    my mother's vintage WWII

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  10. I have never before read a poem about sexy eggs!

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  11. Hazel, I love the vintage willow ware. It has such a nice rich tone. I have a few piece of the old, but most of mine is new.

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  12. Now that is a seductive breakfast. Excellent.

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  13. Oh, what wonderful ways of starting a fresh spring day... teasing the world with her squeezed greens.

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  14. Lovely way to start the day, what a sensual meal!

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  15. Love that phrase "a stampede of kisses". I love it when a few words strung together form such a visual in my mind. Words...such powerful things, aren't they!

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  16. Wonderful strong words and great images. I love 'Coaxed to a feverish pitch/of rosehips and nakedness'

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  17. I knew sex would have to come into it, and yes, nice willow

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  18. Oh the vagaries of spring and the metaphor!

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  19. she is a fickle lover, yesterday 70...today snow :(

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  20. I don't very often, but today I get it!

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  21. Wow, Tess!
    -- K

    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

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  22. Eggs, spring, new life - but don't get carried away! Sometimes winter bites back as you so clearly expressed.

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  23. Spring ... in your part of the world certainly sounds intriguing! Love this!

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  24. Helen, spring in my little neck of the woods is never boring.

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  25. Love this lusty little paean
    to the procreation post-gestation,
    of spring, with its lush blossoms and
    anxious bursts from charr
    and naked stick branches.
    Great line /cane raised in
    thunder-pout/. I didn't see
    Ms. Poppins in it, but I did
    see the agile furies that linger
    from the winter posse making
    its belabored exit horizon right.
    Your symbols titillate, tingle,
    and tease, like that Ohio breeze
    blowing up your skirt.

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  26. Spring was pretty powerful in our neck of the woods this last few days. Enjoy your eggs and lovely breakfast. Great poem!

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  28. I knew the naked maiden rain dance my elders did but Mary Poppins…

    I think the weather here is getting more like summer with each passing shower that misses us.

    In reply to your visit...
    I am glad a few of you got to read this story and liked it. I am thinking of adding others and have more of the story and less of the photography, so to speak. Not that photography isn't important but it is the words that portrays these memories. I have only mental images of them to share with you for we had no cameras.

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  29. she's been a bit of a fan-dancer here in the 'Shire...showin' us a little then takin' it back...

    "thunder-pout"...I adore that :)

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  30. Really liked the way you finished this off:

    "...and spits,
    sycophant, in your eye."

    Guess we are all sycophants when it comes to spring...and are treated accordingly. Very good write. Vb

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  31. Abe, I think the oral histories of our families and personal experiences are important bits of culture and history that need to be passed from generation to generation. I like that you are preserving it for yours.

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  32. A hot way to start the day!

    ~laurie

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  33. Tess -- Your words fold upon themselves then pitch them out sleazily to the world. Great post. -- barbara

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  34. Feeling voluptuous, breeze touching nude body, eating a wiccan, pagan breakfast-- and there's that one-legged mother with raised cane. Oh, the ecstasy of letting oneself go!
    The flowing figurative language is so extraordinary! Makes me re-think what poetry can be. Thanks, Tess. xxox

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  35. This one boils with energy! Oh, yes!

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  36. Hi! Willow...
    Your words (Poetry is) and voice is very beautiful...
    Thanks, for sharing!
    DeeDee ;-)

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  37. Great poem Tess, I know all about extreme seasons living in the mountains!

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  38. Can't suffer thinking, what is "fresh-squeezed green"?
    Obviously sycophantically challenged

    ..

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  39. Very strong. I especially love the image this gives me-

    "tender winter-lips
    are somewhat bruised
    in a stampede of kisses."

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  40. Somehow this one brings out the most basic instincts to the fore in everyone.

    Must be the eggs.

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  41. Well if you can indulge yourself with eggs over easy, you must have survived the tornados we have heard about even here Down Under.

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  42. Lady Spring is full of tricks..that's why I love her so..born second day of spring!Always glad to see her!!

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  43. Hahahaha, LOL on that last line, so unexpected and true. Spring is a vamp, a tramp, a tease, a blueballer, whispering of nascent green and then blowing your roof off. (Er, no sexual meaning intended there, but hey, it works). Those poor "tender winter-lips," "bruised/in a stampede of kisses." She's quite a dame. Love her, but I've always been a sucker for bad girls. I'm still trying to drink that "fresh-squeezed green" to the dregs.-Brendan

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  44. That's just so lush and earthy. Here spring is spitting snow at us - on April 19!

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  45. Delicious seduction, words-words-words that keep repeating the furtile message of spring's new life starting with seduced,
    "spring-starved", combined with contrasts and humor. Wonderful.

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  46. I am much vexed by the "one-legged mother" Is your poem actually about what all your commentators seem to think it's about?

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  47. I agree with Lucy - the subject is questionable...

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  48. Lucy, it does have a deeper, more personal meaning for me.

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  49. Wonderful words, pacy and racy - but I am a bit lost too. Fresh squeezed green?

    Anna :o]

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  50. Marvelous..simply marvelous!

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  51. Sexy eggs and squeezed greens...laughing...this is too much!

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  52. pagan breakfast, pants to repopulate,
    tender winter lips. Erotic images here.

    My gram had a blue willow set. my brother has it now. once in a blue moon i can find them in yard sales.

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  53. like your take Tess. We are in a delayed "tantric" state of late winter-like weather out here in Oregon this year -- hoping we eventually get some release to spring...

    rob kistner
    Image & Verse

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  54. On the good ship "Tess Kay," there is fire in the hold...

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  55. Egg-rotica- WINK

    This is a nice tease Tess!
    Hugs xx

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  56. This is chock full of mysterious metaphors! I wonder who is seducing whom in this one.

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  57. Thanks for all your kind and generous comments. Love to you, dear peeps. Have a Happy Easter. x

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  58. I'm almost sure of a 'dark' tease, no less.

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  59. Tess, I read your explanation and I thought, "Whew, I'm not crazy."

    I was thinking "Oh, it's about April." I was close. April is such a pretty name for a ferocious month!

    Well done!

    http://thescatteredstones.blogspot.com/2011/04/magpie-tales-mag-62.html

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  60. Great imagery; not entirely sure I get all the underlying themes but enjoyable none the less.

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  61. Such a natural fusion of nature and eroticism into an everyday event. The stunning imagery has that musky scent of original individuality flowing with rhythm and structure. A sensual gem, beautifully read.

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