Patti’s birthday. Probably her seventh.
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For the Photo a Week Challenge: Play.
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Confluent Fidelity
Confluent Fidelity
It’s true that she was lusty, outlandish and gregarious,
with her behavior more or less branded as nefarious.
Her dance in life was often described as arabesque,
and when it came to marriages, her tale was Kafkaesque.
She mixed up her chronology, forgetting which came first.
Divorce or remarriage? She knew not which was worst:
bigamy or loneliness. She simply couldn’t stand
to be without a husband readily at hand.
She often stood with tearful eyes before a judge’s desk—
seemingly an angel, albeit, picaresque.
Somehow when it came to love, right and wrong conflated.
True love made her dizzy. She wound up addlepated.
A comely wrinkling of her brows, a pout, a tear, a sigh
and the judge forgave her. After all, he was a guy.
A simple tiny slap upon her unrepentant wrist
and a heartfelt promise that she would desist
from practicing plural marriage was always the decree—
guaranteeing her misdeeds in perpetuity.
So went her personal history. It seems that she was fated
to spend all her romantic life being inundated
with husband after husband—one or two at a time—
for courtships left her weak-kneed and weddings were sublime.
Honeymoons her speciality, she found no fault with life
until it came to living it as just one man’s wife!
Photo by Alvin Mahmudov on Unsplash, used with permission
Prompt words today are gregarious, zest, personal, conflate and desk.
Poinsettia FOTD Jan 8 2020
Just because Xmas is past doesn’t mean the poinsettias stop blooming!
This plant is inside on my desk where it keeps on giving.
For Cee’s FOTD
Timely Once Again, Marlene Sings “Where Have all the Flowers Gone”
The Butler and the Upstairs Maid
Photo by Nathan Anderson on Unsplash, used with permission
The Butler and the Upstairs Maid
The butler and the upstairs maid once freed from bed and table
resumed their hugs and kisses whenever they were able.
He wooed her in the garden shed, the pantry and the granary.
Not a place excluded from their extreme chicanery.
When traveling with her mistress, she could not help but fret.
His passions unabated, he was always in a sweat.
Within them both, the hormones were perpetually churning.
How could they do their duties with these fires of romance burning?
At last, master and mistress called the vicar of the parish.
What were they to do about this behavior most garish?
They met this couple making love at every hallway’s turning.
How were they to deal with these excesses of yearning?
The vicar in his wisdom knew the answer right away,
so the problems of their dalliance was able to allay.
Their passions once unquenchable were vanquished all too soon
as soon as they were back again from their honeymoon.
Prompt words for today are chicanery, sweat, turning, garish and table.
Your Touch
Your Touch
As you turn over
in your sleep,
the pebbled grapefruit
of your cheek
grazes mine.
That swift percussion
of your heart
raises the blanket
stretched tight as a drum
between us.
Beat of your blood,
warmth of your thigh.
Your lips
another country,
divided from me
by that high border
of your shoulder
and the gravel of your heart.
Once, the touch of lips
warm in their fervor,
rather than a mistake
in the night.
Once, the amaryllis
cast twilight
over our bed.
A harbinger
of yellow roses,
their petals fallen
over your pillow.
Their thorns.
For Weekly Scribblings the prompt was to pick any three words from the given word list that fit the mood/theme of your prose or poem and write on a topic of your choice.
amaryllis somewhat percussion darkness grapefruit
deep cast warmth blood touch
gravel twilight lips sky sleep
bedside scones fervour harbinger cogitation
Hibiscus with Gold Dome: FOTD Jan 7 2020
For Cee’s FOTD
Oxygen
Oxygen
I breathe you out
and breathe you in
as you restore my lack.
With your passing,
fine hairs on my arms
stand at attention,
as though reaching out
for the mere touch
of you.
You surround and enter me,
then beat a hasty retreat,
in and out like children
passing through
a kitchen door.
Needing something,
then needing to be gone,
called in again
by request or need.
You fill and nourish me.
You lift my tresses
from my shoulders,
tangle my fringe,
blow the insignificant
from my life.
Deposit autumn leaves,
like sad reminders
of your passing.
Altamira Oriole: Homebody #1, Jan 7 2020
Looking out the window, I viewed what I think was an altamira oriole.
Finally, a visitor to my hummingbird feeder. Every species welcome.
https://www.amnh.org/about/press-center/new-study-doubles-the-estimate-of-bird-species-in-the-world
The Home Photo Challenge is to take one photo a day from around your home and to post it. Here’s my first post!
The Wild Life
The Wild Life
If you’re yearning for the wild life but haven’t a clue
about how to go about it, here’s a hint for you.
Gratify your need by visiting the zoo
to ogle hippopotami and maybe get a view
of zebra or a lion or a cheetah or a gnu.
Snap photos of a reindeer or a caribou.
See monkeys in their cages or an eagle in its aerie.
Hang out at the petting zoo if eagles are too scary.
Give the lambs sweet clover and all the ponies oats.
Pat their little heads and stroke their hairy coats.
Stop by aerated pools to touch a koi’s smooth scales,
keeping a proper distance from the killer whales.
In this modern world where violence is rife,
one need not act out to enjoy the wild life.
So put away your crossbow, your rifle or your knife
and head out to the game park with your kids and wife.
You need not stalk your game through the forest or the fens.
Better to hunt your wildlife through a camera lens.
Prompt words today are aerate, scary, zoo, gratify and give.
