12/27/09

Honeysuckle Winter

Another 3-6-9 prose poem: three verses, 69  words each not counting headings.


Flickr Photo Download: Honeysuckle by wit

1. Dreaming

The thermometer reads 20 degrees F. I'm huddled on the couch under blankets and quilts. The old furnace wheezes and grunts to bring the room to a balmy 59. I'm dreaming summer evenings on a winter morning.

I dream the warm scents: spices, musks, summer florals. I dream the first scent
I recall, that magic perfume that rose with dusk, magnified on evening mist. A
fairy net to capture.

2. Deflowering

Only one scent could distract me from playing hide and seek with fireflies in the darkness, pulling me toward creamy petals, a cone shape that beckoned the tongue, made it twitch. A bulbous tip nodded proudly on the end of the stamen rooted in her velvet core. Honey suckle. The name begs. The name insists.

To suckle her honey, you must pluck the blossom, deflower, pinch the stamen's base.

3. Tasting

You have to go gently, drag the shaft back through that tight tunnel. Your mouth waters. Your tongue is poised to catch. Nectar gathers around that fat head as it emerges. One glistening drop. Inhale perfume. Catch heaven on your tongue. So sweet. It drives the craving to pluck, slide, lick, repeat, into the depth of a summer night.

Innocence stolen from summer's eve to warm a winter day.

Today's prompt from Sunday Scribblings was: delicious. See what other Sunday Scribblers wrote.

5 comments:

  1. Beautiful! You warmed up my day of icy winds outside, an old furnace, and 59 degrees inside this house, too! I'm going to remember this when the honeysuckle bush next blooms!
    Kate

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  2. What a curiously satisfying satisfying collection of thoughts and words, letting your imagination run free.

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  3. this is such an interesting poems. i liked the sub titles of each verse.

    winter can be a thief of beauty :D

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  4. very creative (and hot) way to relate to honeysuckle. I'll never see or smell it the same way again!

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  5. Such delicate, descriptive writing. Not a word goes to waste here... I love this!

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