Sunday, April 14, 2019

like butter




She was vacant like butter
And sloe gin
Her eyes a lighter shade of yesterday - though still
and golden in detail - can you recall her thought
or the cradling of her voice on your neck -  can you
speak any less of her
He could not he said
And fell again as he did as a boy - towards her
heart and the slant of her cheek

bkmackenzie. 2019
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11 comments:

  1. Sherry Blue SkyApril 14, 2019 at 7:10 AM

    I love her eyes being a lighter shade of yesterday! Nice to see you, Barbara!

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  2. annell4April 14, 2019 at 8:41 AM

    Beautiful writing!! Goosebumps rose on my skin!!! Bravo!

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  3. MaryApril 14, 2019 at 10:16 AM

    Wow! Lovely description.

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  4. Kim M. RussellApril 14, 2019 at 11:31 AM

    Beautifully evocative imagery – I especially like ‘eyes a lighter shade of yesterday’ and ‘the cradling of her voice on your neck’.

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  5. BrendanApril 14, 2019 at 11:32 AM

    How can we catch someone's essence but with breathless surprises like this? Amen.

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  6. Carrie Van HornApril 14, 2019 at 2:03 PM

    "Her eyes a lighter shade of yesterday"...what an amazing line Barbara! This whole poem is lovely and it is so wonderful to see you here! I have missed you!

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  7. Wendy BourkeApril 14, 2019 at 2:14 PM

    Lovely … eloquent words, in a beautifully rendered piece.

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  8. C. SandlinApril 14, 2019 at 3:58 PM

    Eerie and beautiful at once.

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  9. Sanaa RizviApril 15, 2019 at 3:30 AM

    This is beyond beautiful!!

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  10. Old EggApril 15, 2019 at 3:39 AM

    I loved everything about this poem except her looking "vacant like butter"; I would like at least some reaction from her even a shy smile on her face.

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  11. Rosemary Nissen-WadeApril 16, 2019 at 7:35 AM

    It's very beautiful and moving – and made me think he is looking at his mother in her coffin.

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