Celery - Shakespeare's Monkeys

celery

you arrive as the last carrot is chopped
my eyes still wet from onions

today we have music
and at the window
red leaves dance shadows
on his laundry
waiting for me
to hang beside my own

beneath you I smell the celery
on my hands

Norm -

Jeez, this is a great little poem. Makes me wish I'd written it.

Brent -

Yes, this is subtle and compact. It's nice to see this sort of control, a small moment amplified by all that's left unsaid. Is it a poem about love or stasis? Stasis gets my vote and so does the poem.

Brent

Norm -

It's about both...and some other things, too.

U668857 -

Very nice, Ruth...pithy and loaded, concise and precise...it's a kernel of primary images that have lasting impact...it's v satisfying to see a piece say so much with so few words...Rgds.,Alan.

Callooh -

thanks very much - it's the first thing I've written in months (after so much reading I'd sort of lost my nerve about writing).

it's about everything you mention, and about nothing at all. I really tried to just write a picture without any judgements or extras.

Norm -

The fact that it's just a moment frozen in memory is what appeals to me. I think this little poem is just gorgeous. I'm quite serious about the "wishing I had written it" thing.