Close my eyes –
I can almost see her;
head bent – mouth
slightly apart.
The tip of her tongue
touching her lip; curled
as a petal
about to unfurl.
In madder-pink
kimono, she sits,
beside our sleepy
Siamese at the fireside;
knees – drawn up high...
deep in concentration.
Cat twitches as it dreams
and with one flick
of its paw,
Hollywood Red
seeps between ten,
naked toes across
oiled-oak floor.
Worth more,
than any Matisse
this faded masterpiece...
and its glimpse
of long ago.
Comments
Kahdai | December 27, 2010 - 21:19
I absolutely adore this one Tina, in every detail! x K
Silver Spun Sand | December 27, 2010 - 21:28
Well thank you, Kahdai;-)x T
Kahdai | December 27, 2010 - 21:34
O ~& meybe you mean van gogh? x
Kahdai | December 27, 2010 - 22:12
welcom ;)
Silver Spun Sand | December 28, 2010 - 07:56
Must go easy on that mulled wine;-)x
Happy New Year to you, Kahdai!
seashore | December 28, 2010 - 09:59
This is a word-painting and works perfectly, Tina though I must say I do absolutely love Matisse too!
Silver Spun Sand | December 28, 2010 - 10:12
Thank you, seashore...and coming from someone who specialises in word-painting, I take that as a great compliment;-)
Tina
insertponceyfre... | December 28, 2010 - 16:18
this is beautiful tina - I love the way you've used the colours
Silver Spun Sand | December 28, 2010 - 17:53
Insert, thanks so much;-)
MistakenMagic | December 28, 2010 - 19:06
An absolutely delicious poem for the senses, Tina ;) I love your use of colour and texture. A beautiful poem and well worthy of a cherry!
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | December 28, 2010 - 19:14
Thanks so much, Magic. I just love using colour in poetry so I really enjoyed writing this one;-)
Tina xxx
luigi_pagano | December 28, 2010 - 20:13
I have run out of superlatives to describe your work Tina. All I can say is that your standard never drops.
Luigi xxx
Silver Spun Sand | December 28, 2010 - 21:59
Luigi - the day you run out of superlatives, I shall eat my hat!:-) Seriously though, thank you, very much. Your kind words have made up for the fact that I forgot to put sugar in the rice-pudding this evening, although I don't think that Stuart would agree with me;-)
Tina xxx
Amna | December 29, 2010 - 01:20
You couldn't have captured this better with a camera :) x
Silver Spun Sand | December 29, 2010 - 09:14
What a lovely thing to say, Amna. Thank you;-) Which is just as well really, because I'm hopeless at taking photos!!
Tina x
Cavalcaderl | December 29, 2010 - 10:25
new Silver-Spun-Sand
Well done on the cherry!
But the poem of a portait girl,
is magnificent. I can imaginbe all.
The gir,in a kimono,she sounds best ever,
and the cat twitching. Funny enough our daughter,
had a little oval satue of a cat white china sitting
by a fire so tiny,but a gold glow ion fire,course she
turned it over and showed me,it was a place for a candle and lit for us,brilliant looked if cat really
sat by fire with it on. I love the descriptions here
in your poem,the gir sounds beautiful from memory, am
I right thinking!
A Happy New Year to you
and keep going with your great poems and stories.
all the best.
julie xx
Silver Spun Sand | December 29, 2010 - 10:31
Julie - thank you so much for the lovely description of you daughter's 'candle cat'. It sounds pretty, especially when the candle is alight.
Glad you enjoyed this poem, and yes, you are right, I was thinking of one particular girl who always wore red nail varnish on her toes, and I think you can probably guess who that was;-)
All the best to you, too;-)
Tina xx
Cavalcaderl | December 29, 2010 - 12:15
new Silver-Spun-Sand
H! lovely comment.Of course it was,
but beautifully written. Mind block
still,coming back. The knitted Father Christmas
feet came out back to front,so gave up. For now.
Keep warm.What exotic bird's have you in your garden,
so silent none here now season.
julie xx
Silver Spun Sand | December 29, 2010 - 12:24
Hi again, Julie. You ask about the birds in my garden so I shall tell you;-)
It looks green again - the snow having melted yesterday. As I look out of my window I can see, two male pheasants, with their spectacular markings, two red-legged partridges, three or four crows and hundreds of wood-pigeons!! Oh, and there are four naughty squirrels trying to break the peanut-feeders!!
Tina x