Cream Teas and Wasps

By Overthetop1

Thu, 10 Mar 2011
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Cream Teas and Wasps

I stumbled across myself this July
Glimpsing my hips and an angular smile
My skin has the sheen of pinky cream teas
But the wasp with - holds its sting

Though my breasts swoop in the heat
They can swing

And I buy strings of beads from a red vale of vases
Sky drifts the fever of pollen which scatters
And my eyes spangle green palettes of seas
My freckles look spacey under soda-stream moonlight
Whilst dust races through me in stripes
The past staggers, a weak buckled colt
Into fuzz tinted grim grimy albums

This the minute I stop hedging bets
Today I discovered my own Indian Summer

Certificate U
Poem
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Some original imagery here, OTT. Especially:- "Whilst dust races through me in stripes The past staggers, a weak buckled colt..." Enjoyed;-) Tina

 

Submitted by fatboy74 on
Hi overthetop, one of my favourite subjects (cream teas) and a really intriguing poem with startling imagery in places. :-)

 

Submitted by Overthetop1 on
Thank you both Tina and Fatboy. I love cream teas too Fatboy!

Overthetop1

Submitted by oldpesky on
I see you posted this during one your early morning strolls, and replied to the comments at the same time the next morning. You were destined for ABC OCD right from the start, and we are much the richer for it.