yet another poem for that fat golden girl



the other one tends 
to get all the attention 
(all that tangerine morning shine)

but she 
(more sinister sister, dark side 
tried and true light thief) 
still knows how to own a sky. 

we stop 
and watch her balloon-float 
gloat her way up, 
a full hot cup of amber 
brew. 

we drink her in 
(our souls, our skin) 
and thickened plots 
stir stars. 

::
It’s been awhile since I played with the the twiglet over at Misky’s site. 🙂

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5 Responses to yet another poem for that fat golden girl

  1. Misky says:

    Those first two stanzas are perfect descriptions of most sisterly relationships.

    • whimsygizmo says:

      Yes! I almost called the sun “the other sister,” but I think of the sun (el sol) as male, so I left it vague. But for sure, there is some sibling rivalry going on all up in there. 😉

  2. Dennis Gray says:

    My sister was just a kinder brother.

  3. Shawna says:

    Happy May Day!!!

    I love this. ❤

    Especially the Golden Girls reference in the title. 🙂

    And how that first line break makes this a bar tending poem! Tangerine Morning (Moon)Shine sounds like a delicious drink.

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