Spoonful
It started with not eating,
smooth fingers, like scales,
balancing the biggest spoon
— Tilt and tip. Tilt and tip. —
but like all your beginnings,
never ended. Never finishing
is an answer, I'll grant you.
You stop, holding curved end
your way, your eyes wide
and all mischief. You might
show off that blueberry
in your mouth — that would
be justice — a quick bite,
a burst, a laugh. You might.
I care when you take me in
hand, point a slender thumb,
declare, No surprises.
Everything is there.
© 2013 Maureen E. Doallas
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
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5 comments:
This really got me thinking... love that blueberry... I can see that... a tender yet something more....
Like this Maureen. Very cool write.
Very clever, sexy, romantic. A lot "between the lines" here. Always enjoy your work.
Indeed there is an awful lot more going on between the lines ~ a playful and fun poem
I read something different, darker:
- the opening line - "it started without eating"
then the mention of scales in the 2nd line, then the 2nd to last stanza - "I care when you take me in"
a sense of being taken in, of being deceived?
~ M
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