Give anything to taste
a luscious, ripe morello...
to spritz its dark, rich notes
of cinnabar and spice
upon my cheeks –
my nose, my lips,
like rainbow preludes
feathering the air...
From another room
the tinkling of piano
echoes round my head;
capricious to a fault
inspired to climb
the cherry tree – hide
between its branches
and sate myself
on cornelian delights.
My eyelids grow heavy;
in half sleep, half reverie...
arpeggios, diminuendos,
sotto voce, fill my dreams
as, through an open window,
wafts the smell of cherry jam
in the offing, and the dying
strains of Grandpa’s routine
of Debussy, of an afternoon.

Comments
skinner_jennifer | May 14, 2011 - 20:36
Hi Tina,
Well I definitely think you've got the sweet taste
of cherries with this IP.
Such rich tasting words, make my mouth water.
Thankyou.
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | May 14, 2011 - 20:51
Thanks so much, Jenny. Cherries are my one vice...give or take a few;-)
Tina
fatboy74 | May 14, 2011 - 20:52
Another lovely one Tina, and the last stanza is a delight. (Oh and thank your hubby for the kind words about my poem :-)) ATB Fatboy
seashore | May 14, 2011 - 22:23
I don't think you need to die for a cherry, Tina - you're doing just fine!! Nicely done though.
Nathan Bednarek | May 14, 2011 - 22:54
Hi Tina! Well, this poem, especially the last stanza, has an amazing flow to it. I just love it when the structure of the poem is pieced together so brilliantly, that you read it with basically no effort, words just 'slide' off the page, as cliche as that sounds. Truly wonderful. A cherry well deserved.
Nathan x
Silver Spun Sand | May 15, 2011 - 07:58
Many, many thanks, fb;-)
And I shall certainly pass your thanks on to hubby, who, as I write, in sowing another row of lettuces; the previous one having been greedily devoured by a family of rabbits!
Have a great weekend;-)
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | May 15, 2011 - 07:59
Pleased you enjoyed, Coral and many thanks for telling me;-)
Silver Spun Sand | May 15, 2011 - 08:03
Thanks so much, Nathan. As usual your feedback more than helpful, and I'm pleased you liked the structure. It was one of those poems that was rather a challenge in that respect, so your kind comment was welcomed;-) Hope you're having a great weekend.
Tina xx
Cavalcaderl | May 15, 2011 - 08:09
new Silver-Spun-Sand
What a lovely exotic poem,
you have devoured it all in one go,dancing cherries umm,don't die for a cherry. I would die
be able to do poem like this so powerful.
And precise in the images. Words do say it all.And music notes mentioned it's a cracker.
Well done on the cherry.
Have a good week-end.
julie xx
Highhat | May 15, 2011 - 08:53
another lovely poem from your pen Tina- so rich and fulfilling
;)Pia
oldpesky | May 15, 2011 - 09:03
How you can be so prolific without standards falling even a tad mystifies me. Always a pleasure.
JoseHdz | May 15, 2011 - 09:24
splendid!
Silver Spun Sand | May 15, 2011 - 10:04
Julie - it always makes my day to hear from you. I think I like your description of the poem more than the poem itself;-) What a lovely image I have now of dancing cherries.
You have a lovely weekend too;-)
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | May 15, 2011 - 10:05
So lovely of you to say so, Pia. Hope you, like me, have the sunshine today;-) Tina
Silver Spun Sand | May 15, 2011 - 10:06
oldpesky...thanks, so much;-) Tina
Silver Spun Sand | May 15, 2011 - 10:07
Thank you! Have a great weekend, Jose;-)
Silver Spun Sand | May 15, 2011 - 15:57
Hi there, Julie. Have caught up on all your news now, so thank you for taking the time and trouble;-) Take care now, and I too watched the Royal Wedding and really enjoyed it.
Tina xx
Cavalcaderl | May 15, 2011 - 20:57
new Silver-Spun-Sand
Hi! Tina,
Hi! Tina, how kind same with me.
Especially happenings gone wrong.
Many thanks good hear from you to
I was thinking of getting party planner
set cups plates paper marked 40 on web. not bothering. Email can they call 7.pm he comes in, calls them back no coming at 6pm as stormy laying down they say. Also needn't worried one in law went and sister come back in a few days as daughter said as now told? his father collected them, as they all stayed a week so course collected by car, what a mess up. Not told at all.
I waited all night once when he went to a funeral and I
said take his Mum not going? goes and never phoned all night, why treated like this.
julie xx
MistakenMagic | May 16, 2011 - 13:55
I can hear the piano now, Tina! I love the interweaving of taste and sounds - especially that musical imagery. A delicious poem and well deserving of a delicious cherry ;)
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | May 16, 2011 - 17:37
Thanks so much, Magic. I inadvertently type 'Cherry' just then. Must have the darned little beauties on my brain.
Many thanks;-)
Tina xxx
ScoZen | May 18, 2011 - 19:53
A late visit to this one Sandlady.
Another delight, all of it.
ps
Don't forget to tell me if Ashley completed her Dartmoor walk.
Silver Spun Sand | May 18, 2011 - 20:24
Thanks, so much, ScoZen, and as for Ashley and her D of E golden walk, you will be one of the first to know how it goes, I can promise you that;-)
Tina