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


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

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

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

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

  5. "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!

  6. Lovely … eloquent words, in a beautifully rendered piece.

  7. 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.

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