Mulling The Sunrise
When
the sky's afield
in dandelion-dead stars
shot faded pink from
a peony moon,
you petal-drop down
with your cardamom eyes.
Your
reaper's scythe sighs
full of cut, rubbed like nutmeg
on the rasp of night,
spicing sunlight for day
each cider-stitch from was to is
stabbed gapped and rough
but strong,
strong enough.
~September 2015
posted for real toads
Image: A Study of Talliores, 1939, by Leon Dabo
Fair use via wikiart.org
Sounds like a taste for autumn on the way!
ReplyDeleteYour new look is easier for me to read. I like it.
Thanks Mark, and welcome to the infernal library.
DeleteThis is beautiful..!! Excellent 55 :D
ReplyDeleteGood and spicy.
ReplyDeleteI like the juxtaposition of short-lived dandelions and long-lived stars, both dead. Excellent brain food.
ReplyDeleteSo many beautiful words. dandelion-dead stars, peony moon, cardamom eyes, rasp of night, cider-stitch ... lovely
ReplyDeleteStars dropping amidst dead dandelions accompanied by the Sept moon. Things are happening! Great lines Joy!
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I love the flower usages for stars and moon. :)
ReplyDeleteDefinitely a feel of fall here--I love the play of the sky's afield and the sky's a field and that aurora of dead dandilion--and of course the sigh of reaper's scythe-- the close is wonderfully reassuring in the face of that reaper--rough stitching better than none! A sweet 55. k.
ReplyDeleteYou know I read this the first couple of times through not even considering the title. It is just wonderful. I am so sorry I missed it at first. The title ties together all of the elements--the spice, the splicing, the sunlight stitch, the strong enough--everything--the reaper, the end of night--I was thinking of it on a more personal level--I don't know why--it works so perfectly as it. Somehow I don't always think of titles, or my eye just passes over them-- (Maybe because it's in a different font and a little raised--close to pic--I don't know--I suspect it is my brain and eyes not anything graphic--) Anyway--so cool--k.
ReplyDeleteThanks, K. It's meant to be read on both levels. As always you pick up on all the elements.
Deleterasp is such a cool feeling word, ha.
ReplyDeletethe whole opening play is fun. the sky being a field, and the dandelions.
the spicing and mulling play well together.
It will soon be time for cider, and I will enjoy it.
I already wrote a 55 for your prompt :) so now I'm just drinking. maybe some cider, now that you mention it.
ReplyDeleteI wanted to see those cardamom eyes, but perhaps not if attached to the reaper (a brilliant line, of course). ~
I love the cardamom eyes and how the sounds of the words are reflected in the 'reaper's scythe sighs'. For a poem where every word counts, you have made a wonderful selection to open the scene before our eyes.
ReplyDeleteA refreshing and vivid piece, fulfilling like an early morning breakfast.
ReplyDeleteI trust you meant both meanings of 'mulling'!
ReplyDeleteBoth picture and poem are almost psychedelic.
*smax forehead* Of course. Why didn't i see that, about "mulling"?
DeleteSo are you describing the kitchen or the cosmos, dear? That sun keeps coming up, and though it isn't anymore the way we remember it being once, it is still, as you say, strong enough for one more day.
ReplyDeleteYou painted, for me, a portrait of passion. The little death experienced in a room above the spice markets of Marakeesh as the moon slips away to make space for the morn. Yumm!
ReplyDeleteYou mesh all the senses into a piece of beauty
ReplyDeleteI'm stuck thinking of "dandelion-dead stars"... all that universe one can't truly wish upon... the emptiness.
ReplyDeleteI really like how you merge the sunrise with the image of drinking mulled cider (preferably by the fireplace)... That is a great way to meet the new day... Make it strong and spicy and we can go through winter.
ReplyDeleteSo full of sensual imagery! I can almost smell this poem (and it smells wonderful!)
ReplyDeleteLove that painting! And your peony moon. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThe sky is a field, filled with flower references, so clever. And the spice of autumn in S2 is perfect for mulling. A very strong verse.
ReplyDeleteI love this!
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