1. L'heure verte

Cherry

By chant

Fri, 05 Dec 2014
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6 comments
 

Green after showers, the sky
beckons her out into late
Autumn, a taxi ride & by
accident it seems your paths
cross. A Soho bar. You sit
close as primly she puts the
salt-tipped glass to her lips,
its milky opalescence chilled,
la louche, where wild scents
bloom: sweet fennel; anise;
wormwood. It may burn
a little, you say. You recall
her green eyes, clear, cool.

@ianjmclachlan

Certificate U
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A London Vampire

Comments

Submitted by Stephen Thom on

Very pretty and cool, put this scene right in my mind...know nothing about poetry but i liked the way the lines rolled onto the next line and moments like the adverb coming first in 'primly she puts' similar with 'green after showers' - helped the tone. Milky opalescecnce chilled, wonderful words.

 

Submitted by chant on

thanks very much for your cool comment Stephen. chant

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Lovely, makes me think of absinthe and eascape and impressionist paintings.

Submitted by chant on

absinthe indeed, thanks for the gracious comment Philip.

 

Submitted by bosch on

restrained, with a tension. good start to the sequence. roethke published for years before his "greenhouse poems", personal history, on which occasion allan seager congratulated him on finding, and entering the door into his own poetic world, a dimension he would never leave again.

these poems, and i've jumped around in them, seem to be a place you're comfortable, though alone, to spin your tales forward. good poem.

 

Submitted by chant on

thanks for a typically engaging comment Swep, it is the fate of damned spirits and maybe poètes maudits to be alone i think.