On Preparing a Fruit Salad

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Tue, 08 Dec 2015
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It’s moments like these, I ache
to live my wildest fantasies; catch 
a hint of ivory-musk drifting in the fickleness 
of a dally-day dusk;
 
long to pile upon your pillow,
pale as star-shine on a mountain stream,
peach-cheeked Papaya, spilling glistening seeds...
 
ice-cold demi-moons – slivers of Cantaloupe – 
juice, drizzling down your arms, your chin...
and how, heavens to goodness,
my mouth waters.
 
Figs – ‘dusky maidens of the East’, I’d proffer;
watch you, painstakingly, pensively,  tease them apart,
with those dainty fingers as the petals 
of an aquilegia; 
 
fold back that virgin, velvet skin – honeyed flesh 
exposed like the heart of a rose...yielding...
opening to me
 
revealing their scarlet prize, as you plead,
come sate myself on these shameful, shameless delights
as passions fuse whilst tongues conspire;
 
a whisper of Angostura bitters...
a tornado of textures, flavours, fandango with my mind...
hues that burn and bleed and bind
 
and it’s moments like these, taste
and revel in the blush-pink, honeyed-sweet of you...
all over again.
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Comments

Submitted by Bee on

This is just too gorgeous - appeals to all the senses, and so full of wishes. And wistful. 

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

And a very good morning to you, dear Bee....Not too wistful, I hopesmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Kilb50 on

"a whisper of Angostura bitters...

a tornado of textures, flavours, fandango with my mind...

hues that burn and bleed and bind"

I'm salivating! Great stuff Silver.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Hi ya, Kilb...more than great to hear from you...and your enthusiasm...more than appreciated.  Many thanks, and I hope you are wellsmiley

Silver

 

Submitted by Stephen Thom on

wow this is a sensory treat... you must become very attuned to sound, naturally, over time... seems v effortless - here at the start there is the sharp 'k' sound 'ivory-musk drifting in the fickleness /of a dally-day dusk', & also the d alliteration, then straight after sharp 'p' alliteration followed by 's' sounds 'long to pile upon your pillow,/pale as star-shine on a mountain stream'. i wonder if these things just happen or you have to be conscious of it, plan them. compound words dotted around work well too. great work! :) yes

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Hi there, Steven...thank you for taking such an 'in-depth' look at my poetry.  As a fellow writer you will know how very satisfying that issmiley

You ask, 'I wonder if these things just happen  or are you conscious of it'.  The answer to your question is that I am indeed very conscious of it, but as you know I have been writing a few good years now, and it does tend to be something one's ear gets attuned to.  Also I love music and playing my piano, and I liken composing a poem, very much to composing on a musical instrument.  I tend to play by ear, much prefer so to do rather than from a manuscript, and this is something I think that helps with my writing.

Many thanks for your interest, and I am so pleased you enjoyed this poem so much.smiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Stephen Thom on

wonderful, yes i can see it becoming a natural thing over time, i hadn't thought of the music link before but i can see the link between playing by ear, becoming attuned to progressions/dynamics/rhythm etc in songs, and this being transferrable to poetry by degrees. how interesting, thanks

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

You are more than welcome, Stephen.  It's nice to be able to chat to someone of a like mind.  Have a peaceful evening, and thanks again for your interest.smiley

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

a juicy helping of passion oozing from this poem Tina.

Very much enjoyed reading.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you, Jenny.  What lovely word 'oozing' issmiley

Tina