An inverted birth -- by just mercedes

[Leanne]

Glowing umbrellas and
a thick smell of thunder.
Nothing tastes of windows now
or how she poached guavas
and served them floating in custard
like islands in the lake
her father’s father’s father crossed
in search of the marrying maiden,
her karapapa laughter;
a blossom queen with dowsed crown
her dress an enormous balloon
made of lilac taffeta
with a wicker basket full of crows
flying as they fly, straight
into the photograph
of her earliest birthplace
right back through the bottle neck
all the way home.



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[billy]

I remember this one even without having to look it up again (though i did.) good choice Leanne
great poem jm. Nothing tastes of windows now, is one of my all time favourite lines.

[Aish]

Great to see this piece here! I've enjoyed it just as much this time around.

[tectak]

Glowing umbrellas and
a thick smell of thunder.
Nothing tastes of windows now
or how she poached guavas
and served them floating in custard
like islands in the lake
her father’s father’s father crossed
in search of the marrying maiden,
her karapapa laughter;
a blossom queen with dowsed crown
her dress an enormous balloon
made of lilac taffeta
with a wicker basket full of crows
flying as they fly, straight
into the photograph
of her earliest birthplace
right back through the bottle neck
all the way home.



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I like nothing more than a really good piece of poetry....more than rare rib-eye steak, more than Tullamore Dew, more than a Sunday Morning Sunrise Crap, more than sleeping, more than a good fu...no, perhaps not that...sometimes funerals are a bit predictable...but I just love this.
Best,
tectak

[ChristopherSea]

Continuing through the best of's and this one is delicious. (I am curious how that first line got past the protests of having no aticle for umbrellas and the complete disregard for a verb on this site, ha ha...). It's an excellent example of modernism poetry. Those poached guavas in custard have me salivating and her dress as a balloon is grand image. Wonderful