Sunday, June 29, 2014

The Morn's Night



An hour ago,
I was a child of fables,
pokeweed.

A tongue roller,
chewer of grass
I could graft an oak from a twig.

Meanwhile, it's another o'clock;
acorns drop from grown trees.

The moon bellows baritone;
omits the chorus,
replaces it with zees.

Vitruvian sweetness finds me,
springing spreadeagle
wheel of honeysuckle.

I forget sleep;
shake out the pillowcase,
wrap it around my head
for a babushka

sound a klaxon,
hail a hackney carriage.

Get to Falkirk.



tk/June 2014


R.A.D. Stainforth adds a bit of magic... 





*A Game of Patience, 1937 by Meredith Frampton 


28 comments:

  1. A bellowing moon, it's another o'clock..and more of those lines painted me some nice images Tess! Loved RAD as usual!

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  2. wow- got a little bit more education after looking up Fallkirk and Vitruvian- love how your mind works!

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  3. Some interesting word choices that roll on the tongue.

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  4. Fabulous poetry on a Sunday evening, Tess!

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  5. Your images are amazing and i luv the plus of new words for me, have a nice Sunday

    Much love...

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  6. I love this part:
    "Meanwhile, it's another o'clock;
    acorns drop from grown trees.
    The moon bellows baritone;
    omits the chorus"

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  7. Thrusting, pulsating life; makes me almost ready for the week to come.

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  8. I do so like your style me dear. A taxi to Falkirk? That'll cost you, but it'll be worth it. :-)

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  9. I somehow don't think her heart is in clock patience.
    She'd much rather find a moon bellowing baritone who would
    shake out her pillowcase and wrap it round her head.
    Not sure where Berowne got his Thusting and Pulsating
    but it sounds much more interesting than clock patience . . . lol
    Perhaps she might get more company if she played Bridge.
    Like the poem and my fellow Englishman reads it very well ~ Eddie

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  10. Lovely take on the prompt Tess. Some fascinating images you have produced. Well done.

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  11. I feel 'she' has chosen the right baritone...

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  12. You have an interesting, but awesome way of stringing words together!

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  13. This is great, suggestive and slant, beautiful language, great opening stanza and rhythm

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  14. I love MF's paintings. Staggeringly good; they have to be looked at from VERY CLOSE.

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  15. I am blown away by this, it is superb.

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  16. "Buckle your seatbelt Dorothea, Kansas is goin' bye bye !"

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  17. A fine read, yes, indeed. And I won't get to FALKIRK - I live here already! Really nice to see my hometown in your verse, Tess. And you've no idea how often people say GTF!

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  18. wow..this is wonderful Tess......x

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  19. I would so like to reach Falkirk as well.

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  20. I was wondering about Falkirk... I thought it was some sort of tumble down church!
    I enjoy the way you wander, apparently randomly, through sounds and references.

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  21. "Meanwhile, it's another o'clock;
    acorns drop from grown trees."

    I love how you expressed the passage of time here. Wonderfully penned!

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  22. a bellowing moon a babushka, a delightful renaissance of word play, thanks for this

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  23. I need to sound a klaxon to get the wheels turning around here. Love your choice of words in this one.

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  24. I had to investigate the meaning of several words and that enhanced my enjoyment...klaxton for one,

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  25. The hands of time just keep ticking..I like how you think..

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  26. Enjoyed the word play as always. Falkirk? I'm intrigued .. Nice work Tess.

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― O. Henry (and me)