Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Workings

I've got snow too pure to fall,
a shiny silver dollar,
and three vintage shades of moonlight.

I wear Cleopatra's gold
when I walk the dusty road
between your house and mine.

I've got a ripeness to my hips
and the right words on my lips
standing 'neath your porch light.

Coffee in a thermos,
peach pie in a basket,
and the workings of the night.

For Open Link Night at dVerse

43 comments:

Wolfsrosebud said...

sounds like they have it all... loved the opening lines

zongrik said...

ripeness to the hips says it all

hedgewitch said...

What a sight to see coming up the walk--lovely MZ, sweet and ripe as peach pie.

Fred Rutherford said...

Love the imagery here, and it continues throughout, from silver dollars, to Cleopatra's Gold to Porch Lights, Coffee in a Thermos and Peach Pie. Lovely write, thanks.

Steve E said...

Girl, you have got it ALL, here! Rather...all together. What a nice read, easy!
PEACE!

Pat Hatt said...

I wonder what they will be doing soon..haha

Mimi Foxmorton said...

I want those three vintage shades............. :)

Brian Miller said...

i'd say he would have to be pretty stupid not to open that door with a quickness...smiles...

Steve King said...

...and life is good. What a great set of scenarios. Your vocabulary and so natural and transparent. Excellent.

Claudia said...

wearing Cleopatra's gold on that dusty road seems like the most natural thing to do...i like

Sylvia K said...

Another terrific, lovely one! And as always I love your imagery! Sweet as peach pie it is!

Sylvia

pandamoniumcat said...

three vintage shades of moonlight...love that! Lovely images...very nice!

Arron Shilling said...

coolness in abundance and touch of romance... not enough to make me barrfff - you pitched this just right ;)

angelique said...

This poem is just so lovely. I will be reading it again.

Susie Clevenger said...

Seductive imagery...love it!

Beachanny said...

Fresh as springtime, cozy as winter, warm as supper, supple as autumn leaves - you weave a year into your moonlight MZ! Loved it.

Mary said...

This is definitely magical!

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Your work always feels like some kind of magical to me--Lovely imagery throughout!

@AudreyHowitt

Fireblossom said...

WOW! Instant save to my Mama Zen file. (Yes, turnabout is fair play.)

The first stanza is such a marvelous opening, especially the "three vintage shades of moonlight." That's...well, I wish I had written it.

Then the contrast between wearing Cleopatra's gold (how cool is that?) and the two subsequent lines which are easy and homey.

The third stanza is that special MZ brand of sexy sensuality. Mmm!

And then, finally, you turn the second stanza around with the last one, opening with the easy homey stuff, and then finishing with a lick and a promise.

In other words...damn, I like this.

Daydreamertoo said...

And everyone loves a bad girl LOL
Great piece of writing MZ :)

Nara Malone said...

A woman who knows what she wants and just how to get it. Lovely and sexy.

Anonymous said...

Love these lines:

"three vintage shades of moonlight"

"ripeness to my hips"

~Shawna
rosemarymint.wordpress.com

Sioux said...

The third stanza---sensual and matter-of-fact at the same time.

Heaven said...

Looks like its going to be a fun and long night ~ Enjoyed this MZ~

ayala said...

Nice :) coffee...peach pie and you ;)

Laurie Kolp said...

Sounds like a fun evening ahead. For some reason I'm craving peaches...

jen revved said...

Exquisite poem-- delicate, descriptive-- beautifully crafted and tender~ xxxxj

RD said...

THIS...sounds like a plan

"Coffee in a thermos,
peach pie in a basket," ...yup
a plan

Peace

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Ripe hips, waiting lips, and pie, too? Sign me up, I'm there. Loved this.

Yousei Hime said...

Just a neighborly visit from the nearby matron ... hmmm. Very provocative and very good.

wayside word garden said...

Enjoyable read!

Brendan said...

I read the sassy softglo angularity of retro here -- sort of a pinup from the 40s of love-hooch at work. All of it golden, pure, sensual, right -- everything we dream of though the morning always comes. Your work is always so fresh, MZ, like baked bread ... Brendan

Dave King said...

Ah, to be that young again! That lightness in the hips... ouch!

everedwater said...

"Coffee in a thermos,
peach pie in a basket,
and the workings of the night."

is a brilliant ending, I really enjoyed reading this!

happygirl said...

ripe hips and a peach pie. HOT.

Robert Gibson said...

I'm peering outside my window right now looking to see if you're coming up my driveway .... ;)

Awesome write, Mama Z!

ab said...

That's one complete package! Great writing as usual MZ!

rumoursofrhyme said...

Best not eat too much of that peach pie - it could be uncomfortable.

Lovely writing - everything is there, but not too obvious.

Charles Miller said...

Very definitely like a cool blues song. Sensual and seductive. I love its subtle appeal to the sensitive side of erotic nature.

Kim said...

Sweet and moving.

Mystic_Mom said...

De-lish! This is so good...

PoppySilverUK said...

Astounding detail! This is gorgeous :) Elegant and beautiful, so much within this I love..amazing poem!
Poppy

myheartslovesongs said...

"three vintage shades of moonlight"

exquisite, MZ!

the entire poem is gorgeous!