Sunday, June 16, 2013

Flight




Pilot me to the edge,
to the door between either and or.

Wear tie and handkerchief,
the trilby that looks sexier on you
with midnight in your pocket,
your shadow fixed between the arrows.

Look to the middle distance when the tide is out
at last you see migration on the horizon.

Give me mellow, for keeps.
Show me the other side of clouds
pull goggles over my eyes,
kisses from my quiver.

Let me be free to let go
die that little death.



tk/June 2013


Thanks to  R.A.D. Stainforth for bringing this poem to life. 

The Promenade, 1918, Marc Chagall 

31 comments:

  1. Pilot me to the edge,
    to the door between either and or.


    Oh yes! A deliciously perfect poem that fills me with longing - to be free to go is to be free to stay...

    ReplyDelete
  2. Lovely, Tess. I especially like the opening couplet and:

    pull goggles over my eyes,
    kisses from my quiver.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Love that you allow Mr. Stainforth the privilege of bringing your beautiful poetry to life ......... he does it well.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. He does it superbly...I'm very fortunate to have him read my poems...

      Delete
  4. wow.

    (I think that's all I need to write, here, after each of your poems. I have to write SOMETHING and it's always "wow.")

    ReplyDelete
  5. The other side of clouds. I know that place - somewhere, over the rainbow.

    ReplyDelete
  6. Any verse that references a trilby is elegiac in my book. Glad you managed to weave those goggles in there too.

    ReplyDelete
  7. Give me mellow, for keeps. Oh, what a joy that would be! Nicely penned (and recited) Tess.

    ReplyDelete
  8. Tides and migration, hmm- interesting!

    ReplyDelete
  9. I'm trying to picture you writing this. Small island, deserted beach, 1.30 am, tousled hair, flowing silk gown. Tell me I'm right.

    ReplyDelete
  10. It looks like its really workin for her !

    ReplyDelete
  11. It somehow seems to me that your whole life is to "die that little death" and how privileged I am to share pieces of your ectasy with you.

    ReplyDelete
  12. With midnight in your pocket...what a lovely piece of writing.

    ReplyDelete
  13. Delightfully erotic. Beautiful!

    ReplyDelete
  14. I love this take on it. Flight works so well. "with midnight in your pocket"--favorite line!

    ReplyDelete
  15. Let me be free to let go - love this line!

    ReplyDelete
  16. What a marvelous kiss that must be! Your writing is alive with desire and visions!

    ReplyDelete
  17. I adore the little death, turns me inside out. Chagall brings tears of joy.

    ReplyDelete

Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
― O. Henry (and me)