Thursday, February 19, 2015

Temptress of Cookies

Biscuits Lefèvre-Utile by Alphons Mucha, 1897/Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons/Public Domain

Temptress of Cookies

She proffers up a gilded plate.
I wonder, could this be her bait?
“Biscotti or a bourbon ball?”
Surrender!  I am in her thrall.
“Taste this cantucci di Prato.
Just one bite…”  I’ve won the Lotto!
Those Florentines!  I can’t forestall
surrender!  I am in her thrall.
She’s wicked.  She’s a temptress.  I’ve
just never felt so – S’mores! – alive!
Her schnecken’s my confectioned all.
Surrender!  I am in her thrall.
“Rochers à la noix de coco?
Petit fours?” She drives me loco!
She’s a Pfeffernüsse doll.
Surrender!  I am in her thrall. 

Notes:  The form is Kyrielle (yes, I love this form!)  The artwork which inspired this poem is by my favorite La Belle Epoque artist, Alphons Mucha.  Especially with the Girl Scout cookie season (yum!) well upon us, I thought this poem was kind of apropos.  And for more noisy treats, please check out the Phoenix Rising site.  And don't forget, Poetic Asides is serving up treats, too.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Reaction in Copper

Ludwik Misky, A girl plaiting her hair, 1916.  Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons/PublicDomain.


She watches.  A defiant glare.
She sighs, and then she pulls more hair
into the burnished copper braid.
She should be scared; she’s not afraid.
Some light streaks through a window slat
illuminating ginger plait
which shows one tendril'd lock has strayed.
She should be scared; she’s not afraid.
She brushes back the errant strand,
then glances at her empty hand
which soon will grasp a smallish blade.
She should be scared; she’s not afraid.
And with a swipe, that auburn tress
falls to the floor. “Let them obsess
about the one who disobeyed.
She should be scared; she’s not afraid.

Notes:  Form: Kyrielle.  The poem was inspired by the above artwork.  When I first saw it, I thought that the girl in the picture was wary and very much wanted freedom, even if it came with a cost.  From that, she decided that the only way to get to that good and safe place would be to cut off her beautiful hair.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Onomatopoeia Dreamscape

"SYNTAX(1813) - 27 - The Doctor's Dream" by Thomas Rowlandson - Image extracted from page 293 of The Tour of Doctor Syntax: in search of the picturesque ... Fifth edition, with new plates., by William Combe. Original held and digitised by the British/image courtesy of WikimediaCommons/Public Domain.

Onomatopoeia Dreamscape

books go flying zig…zag…zing.
Words are all a-clink, a-clatter.
In my dream, there’s naught a-matter.
Fwoosh! A novel buzzes ‘round,
blurting out each verb and noun!
Next, some poems play with patter.
Words are all a-clink, a-clatter.
Bam! I clap my hands while trilling,
“Ding! Dang! Dong! It’s all quite thrilling!”
Cream-white paper, inky spatter…
In my dream, there’s naught a-matter.
Giggle, giggle! Themes now mingle.
Flying tomes give me a tingle.
Oh, so fun, this chitterchatter!
In my dream, there’s naught a-matter.

Notes:  The form is Kyrielle. The poem was inspired by the above picture in conjunction with the prompt of Onomatopoeia from Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild.

Monday, February 2, 2015


Jules Pascin, Café Scene.  Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.  Public Domain.


“If love played an instrument, I’ll bet it would be the piano.  88 keys, double infinity, and the ability to chop down trees with a sharpened mustache.”  ~Jarod Kintz, This Book Has No Title

Oh, play one song, one simple tune.
Love, to your charms, I’m not immune.
Your joyful noise is such a tease,
unlocked by your piano keys.
I am that audience of one
who longs for magic to be spun.
There’s eighty-eight varieties.
Unlock each note, piano keys.
I hear the music in my head.
I know that nothing’s left unsaid,
despite the chords of congeries
unlocked by your piano keys.
Crescendo, passion, and release
not tempered by my heart’s caprice.
It’s all about those ivories,
since love unlocks what’s in the keys.

Notes:  The form is Kyrielle.  The poem was written based upon a suggestion offered from the newly created and launched Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild website.