…
We moongirls know a thing
or two about hearts, the stops
and starts and overflow buttercup
thunderbolt kisses you can only
measure in tea
-spoons. We’re the comeback
kid, the backstroke swum honey
-bee drowning in your Honeycomb
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
cereal. We’re the whitewashed
drawbridge with the wheelbarrow
(glazed with rainwater)
………………..waiting.
We’re stonewall scare
-crows in sheepskins, closing.
You can’t fit
(nevermore)
what we know between
any of these pages,
these rainbow covers bookshelved
loose, picked ripe like blackberries,
earthworm blind and tenfold true.
We’re your keyword phrase, the
scattered footprints of your
hometown frown, your backslap
-happy superhero sidekick,
boldfaced lyres
ready to play an up
-roar.
What’s more
uh-Poe-priate?
……….(do tell)
Our talebearer cart
-wheels, or our snowdrift
slapstick
steamboat turn?
We’ve got our eye
on the bumbershoot moon
-beam of goodbye. But don’t
……….worry. We never learn.
..
Written for Toads. Head over NOW. Prompt is tooooooo much fun.
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I just knew would do it… yes and the glistening wheelbarrow is perfect… wonderful De.
I love each line, each words…I love it all!
The best! Too uh-POE-priate 🙂
bumbershoot moon? that’s a new one to me. glad you had so much fun!
This is fantastic! I had so much fun reading it!
Nothing could be “more uh-Poe-priate”, nothing at all. I always love what you do with sounds and word placement. Your poems have a blast reading themselves in my head, and I enjoy that very much. Such bun! ♥
Oh, love love love!
This is terrific
This is absolutely wonderful De ❤ ❤ especially love "thunderbolt kisses you can only
measure in tea-spoons." Beautifully penned 🙂
Lots of love,
Sanaa
I love to read you, de!! So much to love and so much truth about that tea and honey! 🙂
Just terrific. Your poem is certainly fun. Thanks. K.
So many gems sparkle in this refreshing ‘monologue’. I could imagine 3 voices – maybe like the 3 Fates – one very young, one mid and one old – voicing these words as one voice. So begging for a stage and a spotlight.
we never do ~
Hahaha – that’s delightful! I want to be part of this sisterhood. I love the little ‘hallos’ to Cummins and Poe and others.
You nailed it again my poetic sister! Wheels up, we are flying. 🙂
Really a fun romp through the bookcovers that also holds a lot of heavy content–encyclopedia-style. A graceful and limber poem with lively lines and jumping rhythms, and perfectly compounded words. I especially liked the stanza beginning: “We’re your keyword phrase…”
A standing ovation from me! This is an amazing smorgasbord of delightful words and phrases, and the parentheses are the dessert.
That ending … you are hella clever, girl.
“boldfaced lyres” … This is what really did it for me. And yes, I do, get it all. From our hearts being hidden under the floorboards, their pretend-beating being louder and stronger than their physical-beating, to the innuendo throughout, to the ending, which is about how we never really say goodbye … or learn.
I’m so glad my fingers are waywardly click-happy these days, because they brought me here.
Crazy amazing poem, De.