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“the birth of snow
goes never easy” she says,
time squished tight//against her hip
an oil lamp–
yesterday
i wore my heels and a black negligée
with roses stitched all over it
for hubs’ return
after 12 hours driving over austrian mountain passes
“snow on top of them//blue sky//so beautiful”
he’s breathless
&night leans full breasts towards our silhouettes
as we sit bent
over the kitchen table, maps&flyers spread
“the walls have cracks” i say,
we’re outside
in the wilderness
&i wear wollen overknees //for the contrast
“you’re cold?”
“i’m good” i smile, brushing chunks of autumn from my hair
into the night’s //embrace
&snowflakes on his face, he asks “you had a good week?”
“yeah– despite the chopping boards that molded in the dishwasher”
“i don’t believe it”
“they looked nice//and colorful” i laugh,
pouring a cup of tea
&dim the lamp
&shake the snow– to featherbeds
“it is a stable probably” i say
“with cow and donkey in the corner”
really// you can’t see it
“hmm?”
&i’m a watchman// shepherd,
breathing apple scent with full, red lips
kick my heels into a corner
but keep
the woolen stockings on
at dVerse, We’re writing to the artwork of Brooke Shaden today… join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST..
… dim the lamp and shake the snow is just around the corner in this part of the world … remembering many “situations” here after 3 years of togetherness … some where really good … some where really really bad … so … ya … we’ll see … Happy Equinox, C … Love, cat.
… uhm, make that 30 years of togetherness … smiles …
A great moment shared and captured indeed. Except for anything to do with snow lol that has to go.
shaking the snow to featherbed, this has such a beautiful feel to it.
What a nice cozy feeling of togetherness in your words… I really admire how you build the metaphors of those first snowflakes from the picture into you poem.. and yes on the peaks that first snow must look lovely.
‘night leans full breasts towards our silhouettes’ ~ love the metaphor here…~ wow, enjoyed the play of ‘ heels and a black negligée’ with ‘“snow on top of them//blue sky//so beautiful”…really reminds the scene from “Snow Queen”almost like in ballet…so after that I was expecting the character starting to dance….smiles…
~ in this context ‘the woolen stocking’ cold be handy… :)x
The writing in this poem ‘welcomes’ us all into your home to share another page of your life…just brilliant IMHO.
Amazing! There are so many images in this – I just want to reread it over and over.
This made me smile a bit, Claudia, as I pictured the heels and black negligee (with roses stitched!) along with woolen stockings. And…for me, the birth of snow always comes too early, no matter when it arrives!
🙂
Such rich imagery! It even feels delicious!
I enjoyed this smug and sweet glimpse into your life. I have been to Austria and remember the snow-capped mountains there, even in summer. And I did not know chopping boards could melt. 🙂
I specially like the birthing of snow and imagery of featherbeds or stable with cow and donkey in the corner 🙂 I’ll keep the woolen stockings on too ~
Nice to welcome hubby home after his ride through snow. I love what the art work inspired – a dreamily woven scene of nighttime sensuality. Wonderful.
I love “brushing chunks of autumn from my hair” – and keeping the woollen stockings on! Driving through the Alps must be beautiful, if tricky.
I am surrounded by mountain ranges here too, and the summer glacial bikinis are becoming full mantles of ice again, purest white against our NW blue skies. I wish the snow would stay up there, just to enjoy at a distance. So nice to read, to witness the rebirth/reconstruction of relationship within your poetics; makes me smile, weep, & applause all at once.
the romance and purity of love/wonder/care/lust are impeccable… liked the breathing apple scent; very “come-hither.”
Okay… a neglige, woollen socks, and heels. Right.
“brushing chunks of autumn from my hair
into the night’s //embrace”
I don’t know why but I loved that line. It’s stayed with me. The physicality of it is beautiful.
Greetings from London.
such a beautifully intimate poem, filled with love and tenderness and truth.
brushing chunks of autumn from my hair
into the night’s //embrace…delicious line. 🙂 Love it!
I love your vignettes of married love. And the imaginative language you use to portray it.
The cold chill of snow is left to melt with your words Claudia. Cheers!
Your ability of creating images–both in words and watercolor–is wondrous. I especially relished this line :
&night leans full breasts towards our silhouettes
as we sit bent
over the kitchen table, maps&flyers spread
Your work makes me feel the intimacy of this moment–beautifully done Claudia!
Your words paint gorgeous images, Claudia, with your palette of sighs…
I thought about selecting that pic but, changed my mind and I see this one worked so well for you as you created a great piece..
I do so enjoy these glimpses you give into your world…there is most definitely magic in there.
I think it is your authentic honesty that is so endearing, Claudia, as you describe moments of your life for us to share. Love those same lines that Victoria and others mentioned and the image of the negligee with roses and legwarmers for contrast.
WONDERFUL sense of intimacy Claudia!
A warm, inviting glimpse into how sexy woolen stockings can be 🙂 Seriously, a delicious peak into the importance of talking and sharing smiles and the days’ journey. Lovely.
She has become lamp for others……..glowing and burning……..
Always keep the woollen stockings on… 😉
A lovely narrative. Your first lines are so strong. When a poem starts so well two things can happen, I think, either the reader gets his-her hopes picked up, knowing if this is the start, what’s to come….or the reader is thrown to the rocks when the rest of the poem is just unable to meet the high standard set.
No worries there, a great read.
beautiful, it flows along and takes the reader(me) with it on a fabled journey, so timely as well as autumn wraps us in her beautiful cloak of many hued colours, Kevin
nice….some wonderful allusions in there…the stable and donkey….what a treat for hubs as well…ha…the last stanza is def my fav part…
i will catch up over the next couple days….smiles.
Like the way the unrealized anticipation of reading a book, which is mentioned in your title, is tossed aside and forgotten when you welcome him home. Great imagery throughout, Claudia.
You chose one of my favorite pictures to write a delightful poem to. I esp love “shake the snow– to featherbeds” – that has to be my all time favorite image of snow.
All the images are delightful…and the caring playfulness between the two of you…love that the chopping boards molded in the dishwasher. There is a lot to be said for the life of a shepherdess!
Ooh I agree, what wonderful imagery you’ve crafted! This piece made me smile…a feel-good poem.
ah…the images are so lively…its like watching with a sweet music to read yours…!!
such an intimate portrait ~