Thursday, October 24, 2013

Two-step

G.I. and Lover, Hyde Park, London, 1944
Ralph Morse
Come with fiddler's reel,
quiver of leaves;
pull the tangle of branches
back from the sky.

Coax me to kick my shoes,
two-step the finest pine;
collapse in needles
at the base of the trunk.

Bark tastes my fingers
with mossy ridges,
like a green water dog
licking salt and scent.

Frost melts to dew.
I see myself in October eyes,
press the burn of summer
from your hair.


tk/October 2013 


A beautiful and unexpected midweek read by R.A.D. Stainforth...and in color too...


6 comments:

  1. Unexpectedly delightful. It's the crème to my morning coffee.

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  2. Beautiful October poem, Tess.

    Lead your next book with this one.

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  3. not altogether unexpected. what might be unexpected for me would be a misplaced word or one extra word. each word at each position seems to have grown there. nature doesn't usually put "extra" stuff in to a scene. perfection.

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    1. Thanks for your kind comment, Winston...

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