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Picnic Alchemy
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HAZARD Junior Member
since 2009-06-24
Posts 40ENGLAND |
When all is burned, ash-condensed to all that is, and all that is, sublimate, as comet to match as melancholy to nettle honey – earth I stalk. Cross flinted rows to chalk chine, where, leafed and drowsy with dewed mulberries, lakeside I haunt, I halt. The distant shoot ravens down Hawk and Grouse as sweetmeats shimmer from the oven. Mentors pleasure in vexation, driven, careworn to silver threads; like Henbane plucked in late summer, dried to tinder. Flint napped to strike. Gunpowder slaking barrells black. Beaters burnish the heath; on flank two pointers freeze. Broke metal lies crossed arm, crossed elbow stock. Twilite palms cross beneath cliff ‘s overhang, where soft fruits, struck with teeth, juice-run, ooze sweetness to sip and smile at. I walk from flinted beach, from Spartan sands where, twixt pebbles – grit – mulched and pricked with mica, pink quartz mimics dawn. Echoes of gunfire thud in thickets still. Dale and humped back bridge carry pellet studded pelts. Peculiar the bliss of hunting, of strawberries and claret, wicker clad, spilled on tartan fleece. Silver fruit knives bared to carve skin. Flasks, straw barrelled, to pour Orient tea. Touchstones worry against Ferns. Zephyrs carve cliff and face, as our breath clears the blossom, cherry-red from meadows, sunlit within. Flax twines thoughts, bracken haired. In spring Maidenhead runs riot across the dells studded with white daisies. Lakeside I watch – the picnic, the pride, the hands, folding, caressing, a looping pax t'ward landward love. Silk bows squeak their resistance to prying fingers. In picnic crumbs, beetle scoured, spotted bow-tie, yellow glove and hat ribbon tumble through grass. Rafts of joy spent dashing smiles with aced words and limerick kisses. The Lino squeaks in the hall, boot scrapers rust on the stoop. Lodgers run down the double sash windows, bees-waxed cord rattling loom weights. Airs untold to tongues, told to stuffed Styfe; one-eyed he sits at the pillow, prickly, stitched tight, straw stippled. Seaward the climb takes me, to the contour’s lip, edged with air. Burrows widen, brine freckled tufts shimmer in the lisping wind. Beyond the lee spit buffeted headlands mist over. The distant coves waggle and cleave to tall stacks, imprisoned by ocean. Cliff-side I wander; sweeping sea and sky, horizons great spark shot from western reaches bloods the day. The high beach craves the tide. Sea-grape slips from hands, swung high in Saracen arcs over heads. Soft, the helm lamp breaks wave-spun days. The melody of grass lolling, of apricot evenings on rubine wine, of piano, of slut and sloth, of unhurried reformations, pass. Brief held the lost glove, glibly returned. Mnemosyne prisoned for soulwork, as I lie where lilly pads shudder, where frogspawn twitches to life. A damselfly hovers above Pippin fallers candied by sunshine. Sugared quince, demi-sec, sits on Damask linen. The roaring stops. Hearts fibrillate, struck dumb with catholic innocence. |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
..."Struck dumb with Catholic innocense". Welcome to Passions Hazard. I was mesmerized readying this articulate and riveting piece. What a treat to see into the mind of the hunter. Such reverence for the earth, such insight into life. I am sparked to put my heart to this quill and write! This forum closed soon after you posted. I would encourage you...yes, please! contact the moderator and have this moved to Open poetry #45. It's too good for my fellow writers to miss out on! Thank you for your kind comments on my poem. I am humbled here, reading your talent and skill. Looking forward to more! TD |
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HAZARD Junior Member
since 2009-06-24
Posts 40ENGLAND |
Many thanks for your comments. A review so often scrys the real sense of a poem - I'd not seen the hunter so clearly - the landscape and the heart that chases its blithe sentiments was where I started. But beyond that the guesthouse situates the shooting aprty - and lives cease as fruits are bitten. I have written to Balladeer - a man who can, one hopes! Very best HAZARD |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Awesome! Poet, your works have limitless effect. Each read brings a new concept, a new feeling...I will savor this many times. One thing that I appreciate about poetry, is it's ability as an artform to inspire a very personal impact on each reader. Always far more than the original intent of any given author. This is excellent! Thank you for sharing it with us. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
WOW! This is outstanding. I look forward to more from you, but this one write will be revisited again. It is chock full of fantastic imagery. I especially enjoyed all the nature descriptions, the flora and fauna of this magical place you've written of so eloquently. Thanks for sharing! Welcome to Passions. Kacy |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Wonderful start here a Pip! ~ WELCOME TO PIP   ARCTIC WIND |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Welcome to Pip! Every stanza can be read and enjoyed on its own I feel. My favorite: quote: Beautiful, rich write. Love, Margherita  |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I have to agree with all of the above comments, you held me right to the end. Each and every stanza was a new portrait, that I enjoyed. I have added this to my library - one of the nicest, clearest, and most vivid poems I have read in a long time. (I sent it to Michael (Balladeer) he would enjoy it as well. Welcome and I truly do look forward to reading more of your work. Well done indeed. Carpe' Diem, |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Well you most certainly arrived on the pip scene in a grand manner!!! What a fantastic write! Sumptuously descriptive! It would be a shame to single out any particular passage as they are all exquisite! This picnic is a poetic banquet!!! Giving you a warm, welcoming pip hug, Earth Angel  |
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adagio Member
since 2005-03-19
Posts 449Marrero, La. |
Welome to PIP from a spuratic poet a great start adagio |
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HAZARD Junior Member
since 2009-06-24
Posts 40ENGLAND |
May I say thank you one and all for such a lovely welcome to PIP. I know I shall enjoy reading and re-reading your poems great and small here. Have already read some very good things. I am taking Balladeers challenge of writing a new Villanelle at the moment - will drop it into his comments before posting. Hope to get the thing right first! Wrench a line or two a day from this kindred world! HAZARD |
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unboundpoetess Member
since 2008-05-24
Posts 477 |
Grand entrance indeed. You are a fine mesmerist, Heather |
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