You
sidle up,
half see-through —
half see-through —
a sideways Father Christmas
who knows how good I’ve been,
who knows how good I’ve been,
the transparent constant,
who ruthlessly alphabetizes
the contents of my underdrawers.
who ruthlessly alphabetizes
the contents of my underdrawers.
You sequester a present for me,
wrapped safe in a tea cozy.
wrapped safe in a tea cozy.
I run my finger over it,
look for skull and crossbones,
then pop the cork and sip —
my lips stain with immediacy.
look for skull and crossbones,
then pop the cork and sip —
my lips stain with immediacy.
“It’s the gift of anticipation,” you whisper.
tk/March 2013
Thanks to the talented R.A.D. Stainforth for reading this poem.
Not to be Reproduced, 1937 by René Magritte |
Ooh, the creeping forward just behind our backs! Nice one, Tess.
ReplyDeleteI could not reproduce this poetic sentiment.
ReplyDeleteOoh, reads with a sort of eerie feel to it, like the Magritte. I love the last line!
ReplyDeleteI too love the last line ~ Somehow I am conjuring a more sultry image ~
ReplyDeleteSeductive! Such unique images... love alphabetizing underwear and sequester a present wrapped in tea.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem and reading. Love that concluding line!
ReplyDeleteTess Kincaid's last lines are killers aren't they ...
DeleteThank you...I often start with the last line...
DeleteWow!
ReplyDeleteI'm with Laurie..the underwear and the tea cozy......wow...x
ReplyDeleteBeautifully eerie.
ReplyDeleteThe gift of anticipation - what a solid ending...
ReplyDeleteWhat a tease! *sigh* ah well nice line with immediacy and stain! thanks
ReplyDeletewell done...my more sinister mind conjures thoughts of addiction...transparent liquid in a bottle...
ReplyDeleteI enjoy the various levels my readers take...on Facebook this morning several took a political view...
DeleteAnticipation ... I love that word. Beautiful poetry, Tess.
ReplyDeleteYes, a sinister feel along side some mysterious happenings. Needs to unravel the feel to understand it better. Nicely Tess!
ReplyDeleteHank
Mmmm, how you tantalize us with your pen.
ReplyDeleteWas pleased to receive Unpressed yesterday.
Thank you so very much for your kind support, L...
DeleteIt is indeed the time honoured way to alphabetise underdrawers, champagne, i mean !
ReplyDeleteExcellent, Tess.
ReplyDeleteYou have warmed me up on this cold, snowy morning. Good gracious Tess, you have melted all the ice on our drive and cleared the now drifts from the sorry crocus bulbs!
ReplyDeleteBest not try to define such beauty. Standing ovation.
ReplyDeleteAlways have to read through and listen a couple of times but always worth it - enjoyed it thanks
ReplyDeleteThe gift of anticipation you give your readers is stopping by to read your poems!
ReplyDeleteSpecial and strange in the best possible way..wow!!
ReplyDeleteso moody and sinister...well done Tess!
ReplyDeleteMy lips stain with immediacy - terrific!
ReplyDeleteI think it is sultry, also, which is not what I initially saw in the painting. Marvelous, Tess.
ReplyDeleteYou capture the mystery and intrigue beautifully.
ReplyDeleteThis was a hard prompt this week (oh ok only me?) you have handled it brilliantly as usual. Quite a seductive piece Tess - remarkable and not at all what I thought would be captured. Now on to read some more :-)
ReplyDeleteinteresting interpretation. the poem itself feels so ghost-like. and great prompt.
ReplyDeleteA spooky gift of delicious prose you played well.
ReplyDeleteI loved the poem, and I enjoyed reading the comments, too.
ReplyDeleteThis was more sensual than sinister to me in the reading.
But then, The Ghost and Mrs. Muir has always been one of my favorites movies.
;)
starting with the last line (per your comment above) - what a great idea, a sort of gift of anticipation the poet gives herself?
ReplyDeletelove "my lips stain with immediacy"
Have you been watching "Marple"? I loved the sidling "Father Christmas" and the alphabetized under-drawers. This conjures so many things. Good work!
ReplyDeleteThanks, to hear a voice, other than mine, is a gift.
ReplyDeleteThis has rather a creepy edge to it, as I'm sure you intended. Mention of under drawers and sidling up to whisper, make me quite discomfited. What a result.
ReplyDeletehappy Easter old friend
ReplyDeletenice poem
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Hmmm... this has a seductive, surreptitious feel to it Tess, I like it! I, like many others that have read this, like the last 2 lines, beautifully written as always! I wish I could write with such creativity.
ReplyDeleteI really, really like this one! I can relate to looking for the skull and crossbones. We must stay on our toes.
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