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:
oooo, beautiful...
I'm pondering the significance of the flounders in the picture...
?????
I guess it's just one of those 'wild things.'
Oh, lovely! This is one that begs to be read aloud!
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.
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....
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...
Next time you intend to pursue some 'wild assignation' try it with flounder! LOL
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