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Since Icarus

I tied a ribbon to your waist,
then ran away till it stretched tight
and your feet left the ground
losing your left shoe
your skirt flapping
losing the apple,

you shrieked
delighted
frightened
the first human kite
since Icarus,

hang on to that cloud!...
I called out, hoping you hear me
watching geese and cranes and storks stream past you
crying indignation... absurd, a she-human flying?...
damn sexist birds.

I hesitated before...
fly, lover, fly!...
I called again letting go of my end of ribbon
and running after the cloud, after you,
until I hit a wild sow
and fell headlong into stinking mud
laughing my head off as the piglets started licking my face
and tuskless mom attacked my thick poetry tome
grunting like a... boar.

the heavenly view of pantyless you
desperately hanging on to that cloud flying to and fro above my head
your skirt billowing
your feet kicking
losing your right shoe too
larks zooming up and down
feeding you strawberries and fermenting rotten cherries...
I did not mind any more the piglets chewing my ears
and it was mom now licking me again and again.

you dropped on top of me
the ribbon a monochromatic rainbow getting tangled amongst tree tops
your cheeks an extension of your lips’ color
your skirt a parachute,

we hid underneath it
feeding the boars green apples
and making love.

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  • Night Hope gold member
    February 10, 2008

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    "you dropped on top of me
    the ribbon a monochromatic rainbow getting tangled amongst tree tops
    your cheeks an extension of your lips’ color
    your skirt a parachute"

    This poem reminds me of a very dear time in my life. My late sweetheart & I used to go kiteflying at the lake. After awhile, he would find a child & hand them the string, encouraging them to keep it aloft...then I would kiss him. Precious, this is. Bravo, Scribe. Wanda

  • Just4u
    February 7, 2008
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  • Sonja
    February 5, 2008

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    Oh you, poet, you know the secret how to pull my heart strings with your verse, always pushing imagination over the border of my own, making me to smile all way of this road. Laughing
    ~Sonja~


  • SerenityNChains gold member
    February 5, 2008
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    I remember ribbons...such fun. Lovely!


  • Nicolette gold member
    February 3, 2008
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    A woman, I, shouldn't read poems like this on a Sunday afternoon, lolol! This is lovely, Joe... loved the playfulness of this story.... a human kite...the one that gives colour to love's skies... I think in this one you two came very close to the sun - but then, who would have minded the "melting"!!

    ~ Nicolette

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