(she’s not all that fond of feet)
..
The ticking of the clock is off;
her feet are tired, and waning.
tickTOCK, clickCLACK.
Creep close, stand back.
The only thing she craves is sea,
a salted skin for staining.
Moon up, sun down.
Spilled stars, her crown.
How many tocks since she’s begun?
How many steps left, waiting?
Two feet, a sail;
trades toes for tail.
She breathes in gills.
The earth stands still.
This quiet spill is all she knows
as heart beats blue and off she goes
……………..to paint herself in indigo.
..
Victoria has us playing with meter over at dVerse. Come play.
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Love this. LOVE LOVE!
I love that title!
This is my favorite line: “a salted skin for staining”
Also, what you did with the last two lines is SOOOO clever. Dying over B/eats blue and Off she g(l)oes. Also In/die [i]G{l}o(o) is one of my favorite word splits ever.
Did you catch “assaulted skin” and “two feet, assailed”? 😉
I love the play on words, especially “to paint herself in indigo.”
And playing with it, you did. this is so fun, De. Now I want to go up to the lake but…
Lovely Rita, meter maid, writing her poems discretely… Oh, you sparked my Beatles chip, De Jackson! A pox upon your mouse!
The tickTOCK and the trying to tiptoe on the meter.. and then somehow it just flows in indigo and sea… yes meter it is… Just like breathing.
A wonderful dance.
Oh my God 😀 De, I think this one is my favorite from your beautiful poems ❤ I am so in love with its lovely cadence and playful tone.. especially love the ending lines "This quiet spill is all she knows as heart beats blue and off she goes to paint herself in indigo." Beautifully executed.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Too much good stuff & fun here for an old grouch like me; but hey, I cracked a smile, & was joyous for a while; just saying.
Right up my alley as I love the sea….what an amazing poem! Full of life and whimsy without using a lot of “sea” words, but references to the sight and sounds where she so wants to be.
I just loved this! Playful and fun in this piece. Made me giggle.
LOVE this! 🙂
Well, after reading this out load, I can hear the cadence from the rhyming verses De ~ I would love to trade toes for tail and dive into the deep blue ~
Loved this. the breakups/word plays others mentioned don’t show up on my puter for somereason. But oh, to paint oneself in indigo….
Love this. The irregular meter is almost like unpredictable wind gusts or at sea.