Sunday, September 29, 2013

Moreish

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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30 comments:

  1. Splendid! I feel as if being blended by Hadrian's white-washed wall, and in utter need of recomposing myself.

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  2. A wool flannel sky we have here today, minus a matchmaker wind, though...

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  3. I think of solitude when I look at that pic.

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  4. Such clever wordplay! You are amazing, Tess.

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  5. Masterful, Tess. I especially like--

    Hold fast on the lee side,
    like the last wet leaves of a Brontë tree.

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  6. "Wool flannel sky" is so inspired. Perfect for the prompt here and the kind of sky we have today.
    I like the perseverance of that last leaf hanging on, not wanting to give up.

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  7. That does look like Hadrian's Wall, now that I've checked it closely. Well done...

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  8. love love these lines:
    fades herringbone horizon
    to wool flannel sky.

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  9. Fantastic Tess. Mine ended in worship, as well. Love this piece.

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  10. Ohhhhh... Tess. Beautiful words. The reading by Mr. Stainforth is oh so lovely, too. THANK YOU!

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  11. "...fades herringbone horizon
    to wool flannel sky..."

    reading those words I KNEW this was another Tessterpiece
    -and how true!
    Bekoning me to worship

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  12. "...fades herringbone horizon
    to wool flannel sky..."

    reading those words I KNEW this was another Tessterpiece
    -and how true!
    Bekoning me to worship

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  13. I don't think anyone can string words together quite like you do!! Awesome!

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  14. A delicate little rune this is ... A touch of magic

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  15. It sounds as if there are more than storm clouds gathering!

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  16. knighted by Vikings,
    impassable as Hadrian's Wall.

    Gives a feeling of something impregnable and long lasting! Nicely Tess!

    Hank

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  17. there are way too many lovely passages to list...particularly of Bronte and the cleavage lines. Exception work, I'm blown away!

    Stacy Lynn Mar
    http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/

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  18. A fabulous poem, Tess. There's some lovely imagery in these words.

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  19. I find that poem erotic - it kind of hums.

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  20. Lovely to read, and a lovely reading

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  21. So yum! And it is quite erotic...
    Anna :o]

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  22. I suppose I should be much more respectful of Vikings from now on. (LOL?)

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  23. Bravo 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!

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  24. A Bronte tree..I'm planting one now..just super enticing!

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  25. Who 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.

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  26. "Wind plays matchmaker,
    gently 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.

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  27. This is just exquisitely done. I can't even imagine having such command of language and imagery.
    What a gift.

    =)

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  28. 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.

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  29. this was a tempting read as the wind plays matchmaker..and you have to love a wool flannel sky..

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  30. I loved the idea here ... very beautifully rendered !!!

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