Sunday, September 21, 2014

Brunette



Gothic eyes full of unbearable black.
She hums La fille aux cheveux de lin,
collects bones and heather. 
Wellingtons on river moss.
You hear her with the larks.

Lips pursed, as if to kiss.
Heaven and hell are in her arms.
She shows up late, ever so slightly.
You half-remember her,
rack your brain from where.

Drunk on toast and marmalade; 
she takes coffee without a mask,  
unbuttoned.  Part raven. 
Part swan.  Nearly a wife.
Flaxen hair with a ridge of dark.



tk/September 2014 


Lovely interpretation by R.A.D. Stainforth... 




22 comments:

  1. As a blonde child I knew I'd be brunette.

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  2. How to put it? Intriguing enchantment...

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  3. Possibly my favourite of yours - very powerful mood.

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  4. Oh, so haunting image of gothic eyes with pursed lips, charming and vulnerable in same time....don't we all have this restlessness? collecting the 'bones' of whatever matter at some point of our life? I'd read this poem at least once every month for inspiration....

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  5. I love that her " Lips [are] pursed, as if to kiss." It makes me wonder if she will change her mind in the last minute, and bite instead.

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  6. The last eight lines are utter perfection. The last two and a half lines are even better than that. Damn good stuff, Tess.

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  7. Ahh Tess.... you speak woman sweet as Updike.

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  8. Huge sigh. Of contentment. It's that good.

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  9. Fabulous poetry...oh my gosh. so splendid Tess!

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  10. With accolades here written I cannot compete.
    However this is truth.
    Reading your poetry enhances the quality of my life,
    and helps me to understand more about our Universe,
    especially in the human realm.

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  11. The middle stanza really stands out..a bit haunting..

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  12. As a brunette myself, I can appreciate this.

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  13. The fact she knows heaven and hell and is capable of holding both in her arms is what makes her so appealing ...Tchaikovsky loved her too

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  14. Your prose is always desirably thought provoking, yet your words today, take a shape of excellence like none other before. Perfect prose. I moved along as if my own feet were heavy in her steps

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  15. really interesting...this part especially: "Heaven and hell are in her arms."

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  16. "Heaven and Hell are in yoiur arms" is my favorite line. Nailed the prompt like you always do!!

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  17. I loved the ending stanzas so much... beautiful write.

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  18. I adore this one, Tess! "Unbearable black" says it all.

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  19. Part raven.
    Part swan. Nearly a wife.

    Beautitful!

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