Sunday, March 04, 2007

Tangles – anna hood

She said: Geese etch triangles
across a pewter sky. The Pownal River
rattles his great jagged teeth,
scrapes the sun’s reflection
over his cellophane skin while north winds
bleach marsh grass the colour of tea.
The kingfishers have returned;
they sit, ick-ick-ick on the wire
above the pond. Tough pale shoots of tiger
lilies thrust themselves from earth
brick red. Her golden horses
prance and kick in their frozen pasture.
Manure piles steam.

She told me: long ago
when they were young
luck lived inside
their summer brown bodies - an invited guest -
their mouths tangled around
each other like a good merlot
or N’awlins coffee smooth with chicory.
Her velvet curtains trembled
guitars when they kissed.
She wrote love poems
on his right thigh.
He planted apricot trees.

She says: now luck’s moved on
leaving her body pale
fragile as Limoge china,
tissue paper. In the dark she’s alone
with The Shopping Channel
some decorating maven god forbid
Gilligan’s Island
Brown Bats.

It is March after all.


Blogger Bernita said...

Such vivid pictures, Anna.
Such inevitable thoughts.

4:49 AM  
Blogger anna said...

Thanks Bernita. 3 oclock in the morning thoughts (g)
thanks for taking the time!

11:24 AM  
Blogger Roberta said...

My, you have been busy. I held my first piece of Limoge today, antique. You must be reading my mind.

Beautiful as always, Anna.

5:02 PM  
Blogger Susan Abraham said...

A classic Anna poem. Rich and beautiful and a feast for my heart. hugs.

9:28 PM  
Blogger anna said...

Roberta, I have a bunch of serving pieces I bought at an auction.
Beautiful but definitely not fragile as it says in the poem.

Susan, yes this is definitely an anna poem. I am not sure whether this is good or bad (g)but glad your heart is nourished

thank you both for taking the time to read and respond


5:39 AM  
Blogger Atyllah said...

Oh oh oh, so beautiful, so Anna.

7:13 AM  
Blogger anna said...

thanks little chicken for stopping by. glad you enjoyed!

12:31 PM  
Blogger apprentice said...

Grat slabs of imagery here, I'm glad you stayed up!

Love the poems on the thigh part.

3:40 PM  
Blogger Saaleha said...

Wonderful, sigh, as always. You really are an artist. Poetry is your forte.

10:56 PM  
Blogger anna said...

Anna, thank you so much for stopping by. I have a terrible time getting your blog to open.

Saaleha, so nice to see you. I always appreciate your comment - even if you don't agree with my inner critics. (g)

8:03 AM  
Blogger Atyllah said...

Blogger's been playing very belligerent lately, Anna. I've been battling to access just about everyone's blogs - takes a bunch of refreshes to get anywhere. Beastly blogger!

10:16 AM  
Blogger jason evans said...

I love these lines:

Her velvet curtains trembled
guitars when they kissed.
She wrote love poems
on his right thigh.
He planted apricot trees.

You are highly skilled with the unexpected observation and turn of phrase.

10:32 AM  
Blogger anna said...

Atyllah, if Blogger were a person
his ears would be burning. The names I've called him lately. Can nothing be done about this? I guess when it's free
there isn't anywhere to complain.

ahh thanks Jason for returning.
love poems on his right thigh
yep that's pretty special (g)

10:58 AM  
Blogger Susan Abraham said...

I miss you.

5:33 AM  
Blogger Roberta said...

............patiently waiting........

4:11 PM  
Blogger Saaleha said...

Anna, oh Anna, where in the world are you ?

2:49 AM  
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8:10 PM  
Blogger Roberta said...

I know you're home.

4:41 PM  
Blogger Absolute Vanilla (and Atyllah) said...

Sweetums, are you ever returning to us? See, I've even re-invented myself... Come back, you're missed.

9:20 AM  
Blogger suzanabrams said...

Anna Hood, how beautiful your poetry sounded.
But it's the end of September now & you've not come back.

here's to missing you

3:18 AM  
Blogger Jeff said...

Hope you are doing well, Anna. We miss you here in blogland.

5:39 AM  
Blogger david santos said...


Send an email to the Brazil embassj your country and repor the injustice that the brazilian courts are making with this girl
Release on Flavia’s accident and status of the process.

The resignation is to stop the evolution. (David Santos in times without end)

Thank you

4:03 PM  
Blogger barb michelen said...

look this is the "diet" i told you about you should really enter the site :) bye enter the site

11:08 AM  
Blogger Suzan Abrams said...

My dearest Anna,

I still miss your online camaraderie everyday. Hope the painting, husband, dogs and beach-walks are all lovely. I live in Dublin, Ireland now, Anna. :-)

April 2nd, 2008

12:43 PM  

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