Thursday, June 01, 2006

POETRY THURSDAY


LIAISON


This house is all enchanted.
Wild things disturb the air
behind the polished cupboard doors
and underneath the stair --

a tremolo of whisperings of drowsy, sleepy love,a hungering of haunted springs that foam and boil above

the gentle whorl of fingertips on cups of tea, the toast and jam, a fever under lock and key that burns a withered epigram.

This house is all enchanted.
Wild things disturb the air
behind the polished cupboard doors
and underneath the stair.


(Painting: Your place or mine, James Christensen)

8 comments:

k said...

oooo, beautiful...

I'm pondering the significance of the flounders in the picture...

pepektheassassin said...

?????

pepektheassassin said...

I guess it's just one of those 'wild things.'

Deb R said...

Oh, lovely! This is one that begs to be read aloud!

k said...

A wild impulse to each grab a wild flounder on the way to a wild assignation?

Sometimes I lament that people don't know how to have fun any more.

pepektheassassin said...

Thanks k, debr. I decided to try to get all my poetry in one place, and Plodding Taurus is where I decided to put it. I have so much, none of it organized except in the one published book and a couple of other short manuscripts. It's time I started getting my disorganized, undisciplined life together....

liz elayne said...

i want to read this one over and over. love it my dear. "wild things disturb the air" - this line is going to follow me into my day.
thank you for sharing this...

pepektheassassin said...

Next time you intend to pursue some 'wild assignation' try it with flounder! LOL