Skip to main content

battenburg lace


there's no emptying
my thoughts
my words
my endless, brilliant
failed to-do's
without carelessly spilling
a drop
or seven

battenburg lace
sunday afternoon
petal edged rivers run,
rise and gently stumble
over stones

and tied tongues
dripping dropping
polka dotting
splashing down
crimson


Rene ~ February/November 2011

Comments

  1. as, very cool, especially as I like red wine...

    ReplyDelete
  2. if you are quick you might catch some n your mouth before it hits the floor....five second rule right?

    ReplyDelete
  3. that's beautiful. and reminds me that i gotta get on scrubbing that red wine stain on my carpet from last night. ack!

    ReplyDelete
  4. Brian said it perfectly.

    Love this, Rene.

    Pearl

    ReplyDelete
  5. This is perfect. Not a word unneeded. Oh, and pop my cork while you're at it.

    ReplyDelete
  6. Aahh, anything with battenburg lace evokes memories in me. This was lovely.

    ReplyDelete
  7. It's a ghost story. I see no wine. Just a decades old bloody event. Great poem. Your work has the oddest effect on me.

    Cheers,

    Casey

    ReplyDelete
  8. Beautiful, the "petal edged rivers" running crimson.

    ReplyDelete
  9. Love the sparsity of words, yet full meaning.
    I, too, am a drip-drop-slop spiller. And I just don't care. When i moved, I had a concrete floor poured and my rugs are brightly-colored orientals. Spilled red wine adds sublime ambiance. ;-)

    ReplyDelete
  10. oh the failed to-do's..love the dripping dropping polka dotting..splashing crimson..great visual..love me some red wine..smiles

    ReplyDelete
  11. smiles. was a nice revisit on this one...glad you were able to catch some...smiles.

    ReplyDelete
  12. beautiful imagery ~

    nice to meet you at D'verse

    ReplyDelete
  13. This is like 19th century German lieder -- in fact, this would work perfect set to music -- not pop, but something like a madrigal or Hugo Wolf.

    ReplyDelete
  14. dripping dropping -> i can just feel this

    ReplyDelete
  15. Last four lines of this are perfect...alliteration, staccato, sing song rhythm...nice. (sigh)

    ReplyDelete
  16. Rene- I really love this-

    and tied tongues
    dripping dropping
    polka dotting
    splashing down
    crimson

    ReplyDelete
  17. Ooh I like this.

    --One who always spill on self and surroundings

    ReplyDelete
  18. Wonderfully written... Love it!

    JJRod'z

    ReplyDelete
  19. poetic, love the wit in it,

    well done.

    ReplyDelete
  20. this is wonderful and I love the cascading feel to it - nice effect!

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Please drop a penny in a poet's hat :

Popular posts from this blog

natasha

There was a haunting beauty behind her eyes, beyond her sorrow, a beauty that found its way into one’s heart and led them home.