“Endeavor”, Lino Tagliapietra, Columbus Museum of Art
Courtesy of Tess Kincaid for Magpie Tales

glide through the eye
of a ruby kaleidoscope
sail from river to sky
gone in sixty seconds
greet the moon 
with a two bite amuse bouche
let star nectar drizzle down
the chin of  insatiability
mop the furrowed brow
of a crimson lipped sun
whisper sweet innuendos
to a lovelorn venus
twist the ear
of an asteriod punk
roam contentedly disconnected
til the swollen river tugs
pirouette earthward tousled
yet impeccably done
the eel wife
the eel wife dreams
of oceans and islands
of gods and goldeneyes
of frantic kisses
of an unending slew of lovers
and the taste of fresh coconut
Rene ~ June 2011

25 thoughts on “alewife

  1. One of my friends is going back to school to finish her degree in English, and she has a poetry class this fall. She doesn't read much poetry, so I recommended she check out Keats, Byron, Shakespeare, Whitman, Frost, and YOU. I desperately mean it. She should read you most.

  2. Food and feeling. Taste. Touch. Memory. I read this and could not get the image of moonlit beaches aswarm with shoals of fish.There is hunger here, of more than just the desire for food.(P.S.: I won't take it personally, but my word veri for this was 'prick'. Hmm.)

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