People nothing but people
on either side of the room and mainly clustered round
speakers in cacophonous flocks.
Dull eyes hide behind shadows and shades and blue-red
glasses of wine as they waste tobacco on false lashes and
promising looks.
Bits of burnt rizla flake and fall
onto the Persian rug and
I retreat into Johnny’s kitchen
shovelling dips, counting stacks of cheese.
A shield from boys with peach fuzz chests and girls
with nipples that perk and point through ironed hair.
Who is the self-satisfied blonde? I ask, feigning disgust
his knit-wear is only out-woolled by yellow curls
that bounce around his ears and then
he looks at me with chough black eyes
I am funnelled into
his line of sight.
I feel my clothes fall apart around my feet
in nudity we meet, dancing in marsh mellow snow
that we catch between our teeth
but –
he kisses Johnny on the lips
and strokes his thigh, a pewter gleam dots his eye
and I
run outside to strike a match
an exhale
another night.
Comments
animan | October 13, 2011 - 10:53
Boo! What a cad!
maggyvaneijk | October 13, 2011 - 18:37
:)
hudsonmoon | October 14, 2011 - 02:06
I'm loving the word play here, Maggy. Marsh mellow snow and funneled into his line of sight. I no I'm always going find some tasty treats at Maggy's place. What a nice place to word shop.
Rich
Highhat | October 14, 2011 - 08:38
is it "....an exhale" not and?- Sorry but I'm not much good at this interpretation.
Nice and atmospheric Maggy- love the imagery
;)Pia
maggyvaneijk | October 14, 2011 - 10:48
Thinks Pia, it was one of those lines that I spent hours fretting over and I'm still note 100% sure. I wanted to throw the reader off a little bit and use "an" instead of "and" and also slow down that last section completely. But maybe it doesn't quite work. hmmm...
tcook | October 14, 2011 - 13:56
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cormacru999 | October 14, 2011 - 14:04
I loved 'in nudity we meet, dancing in marsh mellow snow
that we catch between our teeth' really nice poem!
maggyvaneijk | October 14, 2011 - 14:11
Thanks and thanks a billion gazillion for poem of the week.
oldpesky | October 14, 2011 - 17:14
Well done maggy. Another wonderfully created little scene.
A billion gazillion eh? Sounds like the Bank of England's next quantitative easing strategy.
seannelson | October 15, 2011 - 00:55
beautiful. thanks for sharing
maggyvaneijk | October 15, 2011 - 10:24
Thanks OP and Sean!
celticman | October 15, 2011 - 21:00
A shield from boys with peach fuzz chests and girls
with nipples that perk and point through ironed hair.'
great stuff.
Cavalcaderl | October 23, 2011 - 15:39
new Maggyvaneijk
Hi! Maggy,
Enjoyed this poem.
Well done poem of the week.
And the cherrie!
I like 2nd stanza
and bits of burnt rizla flake and fall
onto the persian rug.
Dull eyes hide behnd shadows
and shades and blue-red
glasses of wine as they waste
tobacco on false lashes and
promising looks.
great words intricately written1
Super.Line spacing maybe different
owing to computer.
julie xx
PS Magazine this week, has story called
Winter wonderland on Denmark and pictures
of Nyhaven Harbour looks beautiful,
is it nearer you. Pictures show Cpenhagen oPERA HOUSE,
how street is all completely covered and festooned,
into Christmas Disney wonderland of child like wonder says. What is are costumed japesters. Sounds terrific. I don't fly. And National Theatre'sNew playhouse. What is glogg is it drink? Pictures in t.v
Magazine guide The Argus. Write about it to me. Please. Souinds over powering! Brilliant covered in snow scenes.
julie xx
kirincnj | October 25, 2011 - 07:57
Fantastic.
Overthetop1 | November 4, 2011 - 02:51
Just wonderful, as ever. Your imagery leaves me dizzy and breathless. All of it works and then some. Only right that it got POTW. Hope you celbrated with a Marborough Light. Or two. I hve given up smoking and I am even more miserable than before. Terrible decision. Smoke and write your heart out Maggy.