She made a tincture of his words
dissolved in fine brandy.
as the cusp of the horizon
split day into night
She took one dose
Three drops under her tongue
with a twist
Artist: Zhang Xiaogang
(I write my poems first and then have great fun finding a picture to enhance the poem visually. I fell in love with the expression in this painting by Zhang X., even though it’s probably a painting of a young boy. The expression is just perfect so I’m using artistic license. Look, it even has the twist! Click on Zhang X. above for further info on this brilliant, soulful artist )
Especially love the surprise, and shift in energy and dynamic, of that wry last line, Jana. Thank you.
Thank you Chloe. I enjoyed writing this poem for many reasons…and especially the last line.
And then… Dear god don’t leave me hanging. Smiles. >KB
Couldn’t help myself….thanks KB
Evidence, absolute, that beauty exists.
Thank you Bonnie….yes, the desire to embody something fragile, ephemeral, beautiful
for me, this wonderful poem illuminates an aspect of a human experience to a certain level of truth that pierces in a beautiful way…thanks, J…
Thank you Virgilio. I’m pleased you caught the drift !
I love the poem… usually, I also very much enjoy the illustrations. In this particular case, I have to admit that the illustration didn’t do much for me.
Thank you Shimon. Yes…The painting is challenging, I think. I wondered what would encourage someone to paint such a portrait and then I read the artist’s story, making the picture all the more enigmatic.
i love the precision of your words here. In the exact dosage, you sprinkle mystery, charm and the image that is just right! A delightful balance.
I’m sorry I’m irregular in my visits to your blog these days… adjusting in a new job. But I wait with anticipation to read your writimg, and this one fulfilled my expectation.
Stay well, my friend!
Thank you Meenakshi! I’ve missed you. I hope you are settling in and have time for more of your own writing soon.
Peace, my friend!
The cusp of the horizon, split day into night… simply poetic, awesome.. I love 🙂
Thank you Omoleye….it is a visual I also enjoy.
per cent proof
colours slowly forming
empty trees reaching for
Recipe for a tincture….stop….words forming under hiking boots….stop….scrape them off onto paper….stop….paper becomes kindling….stop…..ignite