September light
filters through the eaves,
and the old barn gets religion.
We are angels
with hay in our hair.
Beneath us,
boards creak and moan
songs from the back of the hymnal.
Your name
is a prayer on my lips.
I have apples
picked from the low branches.
You have your hands
high up my skirt.
Sweet is the harvest this time of year.
Sweet and tender the harvest.
For Open Link Night at dVerse.
59 comments:
dang its been far too long since i was in a barn...songs from the back of the hymnal was a great touch MZ
Luscious like apple pie, Mama Z!
So I guess what goes on in the barn doesn't stay in the barn huh?..haha
Them are some apples. How sweet and crisp all of this is on the tongue that whispers this into a lover's ear. - Brendan
"the old barn gets religion" -- I like it!
we are angels with hay in our hair...nice write.
Wow, wonderful write, great way to kick off open link night- really nicely done, thanks
Like a Graple on a butterscotch almond, butter lettuce salad with a hint of lemon juice, oh so sweet and tasty!
Wow! That just woke me up! Intense. so intense is this beautiful memory...... I so love these wonderful things of youth... They really brighten our insides forever... Thank you...
Tart! What a delight you are to read.
Love this! Takes me back to a day in a barn many years ago with a love; we made hay in the dark and certainly did pick and eat the ripe fruit. xxxxj
Great write mama zen! i've never been to a barn, but the imagery made me wipe some hay from my hair.
Nice write! You give so much yet maintain that certain "class" for lack of a better word. I think me and hubby are going to head out and do some barn cleaning!
This is a wonderful poem. The images, the pace and rhythm is perfect. I love it when a poem can take me to places I have never been. Great work!
Great poem. Perfect read to kick of the autumn season. Love your phrasing and imagery here.
love this!
No barns for us poor townies, in our youth! :)
The subtlety of this poem... the imagery, drew me in.
Good grief, I want a barn just like that!!
Fabulous, sensual write.
Mmmm, I love those songs from the back of the hymnal. And I love this poem. It's just perfect, MZ.
Really gooood!!!
Sensuality given religion...beautiful poem for the beginning of the season, a lovely pace and entertaining engagement with passion and youth. Splendid!
So very compact, yet carrying so much. The language has been truly elevated. This is inspired writing.
Nice write. Hay in your hair?
Especially liked:
Your name
is a prayer on my lips.
I have apples
picked from the low branches.
You have your hands
high up my skirt.
She already knows she has the low-hanging forbidden fruit, he is reaching for a more exaltant harvest?
I could smell the hay, see the dust motews in the shafts of light from the eaves...
Lovely!
Kinda makes me miss the old barn we used to have.
Barns are hot, but they usually cool down a bit in September--not this one--it's on fire. Beautiful and passionate piece, MZ. Love the comparison with a religious experience, angels flying low to the ground, as the old song goes...and it's a fine song here.
Lots of fiskiness in that cool weather. You had me there!
~laurie
Makes me long for such a September.
back in the barn and songs goes hand in hand and this is great
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/13/a-new-life-begins/
When theres frost on the Pumpkin
It's time for peter dunkin!!
love this....
especially the old barn gets religion...
It says it all and it says it just right!! You do have a wonderful way with words and the pictures they create, MZ! Had to chuckle at G-Man's peter dunkin!!
Sylvia
autumnal lust and love. ripe september.
something so innocent
and erotic about your poetry...
Gorgeous sensuous writing
I grew up in the country...know barns well.."wink"...sensuous creativity...great job!
sigh...makes me long for a hay rack ride fashioned for two...love autumn; you've captured it fabulously ~
Oh yes...angels with hay in their hair...are definitely my kind of angels. This is such an evocative write.. and I was smiling from the angels line to the end. Thank you MZ!
Sensual and tender, just like September.
absolutely beatutiful - the season expressed in a harvest of fruits and loving...very nice Mama...bkm
Beautiful with layers to it.
I love that the old barn gets religion!
This my kind of church. I love this.
Simply sinful. :)
This is my favorite:
"and the old barn gets religion.
We are angels
with hay in our hair"
I love "and the old barn gets religion" beautiful.
There is something about a barn and the hay, something that speaks to life and the energy of the land that is stimulating.
This is definitely one of my favorites of yours. Just perfect :)
Love those last two lines, perfect ending. :)
Lovely perfect lines.
Anna :o]
Nothing quite like a barn to welcome in autumn months. This is deliciously sensual and celebratory. Fantastic poetry.
Beth
Strong sense of place. Very nice write.
Sweet and tender... indeed!
Loved the sensuality of this piece, the first stanza is a knockout! ~ Rose
this piece made me crave for more...
"and the old barn gets religion."
a sweet and tender and sensual poem. i love it! ♥ dani
Really nice...creates some beautiful visuals...
Really nice...creates some beautiful visuals...
Oh, that is gorgeous! Sacred sex, the best kind.
sweet and tender indeed!
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