Sunday, May 19, 2013

Yarrow

common yarrow (Achillea millefolium)...war...perhaps because the plant was use to stop blood flow.
Common Yarrow via Pinterest

Yarrow,
fresh and flanneled,
loosely tied with love knots
by my flesh and fetish fingers.
Narrow winds the funeral procession road.
Marrow sucked from my sleepwalk bones
sweets up the saxophone
till notes bloom . . . blow . . .
yarrow.

An attempt at a Rictameter for Grace's prompt at Real Toads

19 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

I love the word 'yarrow', and your poem is so soul-full, like good jazz played in a funeral procession.

Mary said...

Oh, this is so evocative and just lovely~

Jinksy said...

I wonder what the little black bug would say if it knew it was this famous? LOL

asteria's canvass said...

that is so fresh and emotive at the same time..

Brian Miller said...

whew....the funeral procession in the middle gave me a bit of a shiver mz...and fetish fingers....intriguing...

Susan said...

I admit, I know nothing of the association of Yarrow with funerals--but I's aware its link with true love and health. This one is knotted en route, so the loss experienced and fetish-ized with yarrow must be deep in the heart of the narrator.

Your poem has me reviewing the content of my shelves where every petal, feather, seed, stone, photo and collectible has a person-memory. Thanks.

Fireblossom said...

She who sucks at form admires she who doesn't. ;-)

Helen said...

I wouldn't place this in the 'attempt' category!!! Well done.

Kay L. Davies said...

Oh, wonderful. I love the yarrow that grows like a weed in my yard, although others might mock it.
This form is perfect for your succinct style, limited as it is to 50 syllables. I think I could learn to love it myself, as it might teach me much.
K

Loredana Donovan said...

The funeral in the middle of what seemed at first a nature piece took me by surprise ... hunting dark poetry :)

Grace said...

Shivers MZ ~ I have to second Kay in noting that the form suits your terse words very well ~

Be safe dear ~

Akila Gopalakrishnan said...

you have subtly portrayed the pic! the touch and go leaves the piece with some good thinking

Lorraine said...

This is truly extraordinary especially when I found out that you must follow some rules, seems impossible that you could write what you write within rules, then I'm in awe evenmore

Carol Steel said...

You capture the gravity and tactile sense of death and jazz and yarrow in nine short lines. Wow! Great write as usual.

henna ink said...

I love this, so very much:
"loosely tied with love knots
by my flesh and fetish fingers"

And this:
Narrow winds the funeral procession road

And this:
"sweets up the saxophone
till notes bloom . . . blow . . .
yarrow"

There are many ways to die, and to kill someone else with your own fetishes.

hedgewitch said...

This is how the form should be used, MZ--tight, driving, every word and syllable weighted and meaning something. Love the alliterating fingers. Hope the big winds continue to pass you and yours by today.

Grace said...

Just bought your book MZ ~ I remember some or most of them, but its nice to see them neatly compiled~ A joy to read ~

Paige Nicole said...

OH, blusey, melancholy and read aloud your poem is sublimely hot.

mindlovemisery said...

This is absolutely incredible!!! Love every single word, it is just perfect =)