From Mattie with Love

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Thu, 03 May 2012
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10 comments
 

Naked...all except
a Chinese silk kimono,
cross-legged she sits –
framed by a window,
painting her nails;

the outline of her body –
a charcoal silhouette,
etched on blank canvas.
Legs – nudging her breasts

mouth – slightly apart; head,
bent in concentration,
a punctilious pink tongue
feathers her top lip.

At risk of putting her
off kilter, I trace the pulsing
blue river runs through
that slender ankle...

right down
to those rosebud toes,
the colour of crushed
ripe strawberries;

her fingers grasp mine –
deftly she guides me
to the hem
of her gown...
Written there,
in her hand,
words of such beauty...

red lacquer standing out
against the dragon,
breathing fire’s
jet-black folds –
begging to be read...
as any poem is
from Mattie with love.

Certificate PG
Silver Spun Sand Poems
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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
An interesting picture again. Is it a memory, or … We have just received a tray as a gift from a trip to Japan, and need to get the giver to come to translate the beautiful writing on it. When we were first married we had some Chinese scenes on tablemats given to us. A man came to lunch who had been a missionary in China, and he told us the tales there, and said they had been properly drawn, letters and pictures, by a skilled Chinese artist. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
That's so interesting, Rhiannon. It must have been lovely to find out what was actually written on them. I love Chinese art, in general, and the writing is both intriguing and beautiful. As to the answer to your question, well I guess...that would be telling;-) Many thanks to you for your lovely comment. More than appreciated, and I hope you are managing to keep dry. It has actually stopped raining here, but the sky is leaden grey, unfortunately. Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hello Tina, It seemed to me as I read this poem, that you were painting from a picture, following the curves and the lines with your brush, really taking in the essence of what you were looking at. I cannot say I have a favourite stanza, as the poem as a whole is just so beautifully descriptive. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Well thank you, so very much, Jenny for your lovely comment. Whilst I was writing it I was thinking of a painting I had seen once, a long time ago, so it was more than apt you should say that. Your sixth sense again, no doubt;-) Pleased you enjoyed. Tina

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on
I went away to think about this, Tina, but when I looked at the comments a lot had been said. It is lovely and, to me, it was a very delicate Japanese or Chinese painting. But the fact that I could sit surrounded by white tiles and still see it says a lot. Your writing is always of a very high standard and it's easy to take it for granted, but I think the fact that I still have the image in my head tells you all you need to know. Thank you. PT

Parson Thru

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
PT, I thank you so very much for your intuitive and informed comments, which were more than appreciated. It is words like yours make the sun shine for me on a dull and drizzly Friday morning. Hope you have a lovely weekend;-) Tina

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on
Same. Hope the sun shines bright.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
;-) Ta, muchly.

 

Submitted by Sooz006 on
wooosh, sexy stuff. This is sizzling. Of course it's impossible that the nail painter could be old, or obese, have any grey hairs or unsighly moles,warts, deformities or unshaved lady gardens, fungal nail infections or snotty nose. I would like to be her (not that I suffer from all of the above!)

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
You made me smile, Sooz, and I guess we love whomsoever we love...warts and all, so you could very well be right. As for the grey hairs...I'll just pass on that one;-) Tina