Gloaming
1
Let's put down
blue sheets and plan
that blue night
for late April, before
the forsythia break
out, towheaded. Write it
out in French first —
l'heure bleue.
Blur into it slowly,
then get in the mood.
2
I'll wear Chantilly
silks, and we'll rehearse
how you'll weigh
three round red plums
pre-sliced for breakfast,
how I'll drip honey
the color of champagne
into pockets of toast points
you'll nibble while reciting
Rilke's Book of Hours.
3
Not just any kind
of cerulean will do.
The sun must be
glimmery, let light slip
our day's ending, drawing
into shadows India's
azure bleed through
spider's lace, reminding
us again of blueberries'
taste in winter.
© 2012 Maureen E. Doallas
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
11 comments:
Oohhh,
this is succulent.
blue blue blueberries...
Dreamy and blue. Happy Valentine's Day, Maureen!
funny...i saw some blueberry muffins today and had this immediate aching for hot summer days... very cool write maureen...love that you weave rilke in and the three round red plums....nice...very sensual...
happy valentines!
So picturesque all dressed in blue and red and white.
your descriptions are just fascinating maureen...you color the rainbow even without saying it...the golden brown honey, the blue berries...lots of good stuff there...
So very blue and not in a bad mood kind of way, nicely done!
What a beautiful painting! This is so wonderfully descriptive. The images paint the scene with lush colors and the language adds sound and texture. Nice!
Really like the stunning sensual imagery here. as well as the subtle way this pulls the lovers together into a secret intimacy, which is, of course, the way it really works between two people.
I am gonna look for Rilkes book of hours for sure. This piece is wonderful.
Your love letter is sensory - alive with tastes, awash in colors. Succinct and timeless. I miss your poems when I have to go without. So busy lately getting house repaired. Please forgive.
Post a Comment