“Degrees of Separation” Friday Flash 55
Degrees of Separation
Weather
was her faithful
companion.
No Thisbe leaned more eagerly
into lover’s chink in wall than she
towards her
thermometer; its mercurial missives delivering
(‘twixt barred glass,relentless jamb) the warning of
chill, waxing of warmth, satisfaction
of indoors. She relayed
its caresses over her arms
bare or sleeved, as Weather, window-whispering,
would have them.
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Pyramus and Thisbe is a tragic story told by Ovid and then (hilariously) Shakespeare (in A Midsummer Night’s Dream) about two lovers who were forbidden by their parents to meet, but who communicated through a chink in a wall. My Thisbe has no clear Pyramus, just Brrr… For more on Brrr…., check out the G=Man, Mr. Knowitall. He’ll give you a clear rundown.
And have a great weekend.
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ManicDDaily 
January 25, 2013 at 9:35 pm
Bare or sleeved. I remember when I had to think about such things. Now it’s alway sleeved. Northern CA … I seem always cold.
A good poem. Captures the moment. Enjoyed.
January 25, 2013 at 11:08 pm
Northern CA sounds pretty great to me. k.
January 25, 2013 at 9:51 pm
What an original “chink in the wall” you have here. I love your ending.
Weather seems to be the word of the day. We have been a little obsessed with our thermometer of late.
January 25, 2013 at 11:08 pm
Yes! I am traveling today and very warm, but my apartment at home is icy. k.
January 25, 2013 at 10:00 pm
BLOGGER ATE MY COMMENT!!!
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Karin…
What a fabulous post!
And I LOVED the backstory to help understand it.
Your art work is always worth the price of admission.
Chillingly Perfect 55
Stellor effort in spite of your Friday Frenzy
I’m truly honored….Thanks
Have a Kick Ass Week-End
January 25, 2013 at 11:07 pm
Ha- thanks Galen. k.
January 25, 2013 at 10:06 pm
Haha – what a cold-hearted love she has now! This is fun and clever. Well done you!
January 25, 2013 at 10:26 pm
Wonderful and very sharp! Loved it!
January 25, 2013 at 10:37 pm
I love the idea of window-whispering to the thermometer–I hope that the affair prospers, and much warmth ensues! Though the long underwear on the train may have made the cold feel refreshing at disembarking time, I imagine that wouldn’t last long with the mercurial weather missives dipping down the way they are your way. Best of weekends to you, k.
January 25, 2013 at 11:53 pm
ha i love mid summer nights dream….weather…well that is another story…under a few inches of snow right now…its been fun though…at least once i got home through it….not knowing her lover or receiver of her notes though can def be a cold place…
January 26, 2013 at 7:20 am
This is truly original, and like all such opens up more channels in the mind than it actually contains. (That being one of my definitions of genius.)
January 26, 2013 at 8:29 am
Thanks so much, Dave.
January 26, 2013 at 9:27 am
ha..i never saw the whole story cause it started to rain after we’ve seen one fourth of the midsummer night’s dream..my thermometer is def. not a good friend..ha..always seems to show the wrong temperature..that is a fun and clever piece k.
January 26, 2013 at 5:28 pm
Your writing is always so smart! This made me smile.