Wind
plays matchmaker,
gently
nudges our hips;
whispers
in our hair,
fades
herringbone horizon
to
wool flannel sky.
Hold
fast on the lee side,
like
the last wet leaves of a Brontë
tree.
You
say you are a god
knighted
by Vikings,
impassable
as Hadrian's Wall.
Cleavage
lines spill your body
to
mine, matching faults.
Length
and breadth combine;
congruity
that beckons me
to
worship.
tk/September 2013
Thank you, R.A.D. Stainforth, for another excellent read.
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Splendid! I feel as if being blended by Hadrian's white-washed wall, and in utter need of recomposing myself.
ReplyDeleteA wool flannel sky we have here today, minus a matchmaker wind, though...
ReplyDeleteI think of solitude when I look at that pic.
ReplyDeleteSuch clever wordplay! You are amazing, Tess.
ReplyDeleteMasterful, Tess. I especially like--
ReplyDeleteHold fast on the lee side,
like the last wet leaves of a Brontë tree.
"Wool flannel sky" is so inspired. Perfect for the prompt here and the kind of sky we have today.
ReplyDeleteI like the perseverance of that last leaf hanging on, not wanting to give up.
That does look like Hadrian's Wall, now that I've checked it closely. Well done...
ReplyDeletelove love these lines:
ReplyDeletefades herringbone horizon
to wool flannel sky.
Fantastic Tess. Mine ended in worship, as well. Love this piece.
ReplyDeleteOhhhhh... Tess. Beautiful words. The reading by Mr. Stainforth is oh so lovely, too. THANK YOU!
ReplyDelete"...fades herringbone horizon
ReplyDeleteto wool flannel sky..."
reading those words I KNEW this was another Tessterpiece
-and how true!
Bekoning me to worship
"...fades herringbone horizon
ReplyDeleteto wool flannel sky..."
reading those words I KNEW this was another Tessterpiece
-and how true!
Bekoning me to worship
I don't think anyone can string words together quite like you do!! Awesome!
ReplyDeleteA delicate little rune this is ... A touch of magic
ReplyDeleteIt sounds as if there are more than storm clouds gathering!
ReplyDeleteknighted by Vikings,
ReplyDeleteimpassable as Hadrian's Wall.
Gives a feeling of something impregnable and long lasting! Nicely Tess!
Hank
there are way too many lovely passages to list...particularly of Bronte and the cleavage lines. Exception work, I'm blown away!
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http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/
A fabulous poem, Tess. There's some lovely imagery in these words.
ReplyDeleteI find that poem erotic - it kind of hums.
ReplyDeleteLovely to read, and a lovely reading
ReplyDeleteSo yum! And it is quite erotic...
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
I suppose I should be much more respectful of Vikings from now on. (LOL?)
ReplyDeleteBravo Tess! I think it's all been said in the previous comments but I like the lines, "Cleavage lines spill your body to mine, matching faults." Very romantic if you ask me! Thanks for stopping by it was a thrill. Lol!
ReplyDeleteA Bronte tree..I'm planting one now..just super enticing!
ReplyDeleteWho better to play matchmaker than the wind! Your piece is pouring with inspiration and the style of your words are bringing such grace to my soul.
ReplyDelete"Wind plays matchmaker,
ReplyDeletegently nudges our hips;
whispers in our hair,
fades herringbone horizon
to wool flannel sky."
Beautiful, descriptive imagery, and nice use of metaphor. I love how the images you choose evoke such diversity. Each of our pieces relates different, yet all somehow are gleaned from the same image. This is beautiful Tess. Thank you for inspiring us each week.
This is just exquisitely done. I can't even imagine having such command of language and imagery.
ReplyDeleteWhat a gift.
=)
Hmmm moreish indeed! There are just situations in life where worship is quite simply necessary, especially times like this! I read this over several times and it evokes feelings of wanton lust. Beautiful Tess, you're an artist with your use of words.
ReplyDeletethis was a tempting read as the wind plays matchmaker..and you have to love a wool flannel sky..
ReplyDeleteI loved the idea here ... very beautifully rendered !!!
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