A Sahara of Sorts
A Sahara of Sorts
The desert’s dessert’s a date; mine
came late, with hair palm-mussed
and blushes deep as sunburn stuttering
through the tangle of door and greeting.
We rushed to an encampment
of sheet–each, just late
of a “relationship” (as in
left high and dry) and
not yet willing to wade into any
true waters, but still deserving–make that,
desperate for–a firm moist warmth
that whetted (otherwise) arid lips and tasted
in night’s desolation almost
sweet.
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Here’s a rather silly, but I hope fun, poem for Hannah’s desert challenge on With Real Toads
Since initially posting, I inadvertently un-posted, so I am posting again.
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February 23, 2013 at 3:31 pm
desperate for–a firm moist warmth
that whetted (otherwise) arid lips and tasted,
ah there are all kinds of deserts…that need watering…ha…some nice allit as well sunburn stuttering…
February 23, 2013 at 3:55 pm
Ha – I saw Kelvin’s picture but it really has a different mood, so will try something different. k.
February 23, 2013 at 4:48 pm
Love the sound qualities you play with and I agree with Brian…nice metaphorical desert you bring, Karen. Thank you!
February 23, 2013 at 5:11 pm
Thanks, Hannah – I’m sorry that it’s cheating a bit! I am in a very moist place at the moment – only heating system too dry. k.
February 23, 2013 at 5:14 pm
No apologies, Karen…I say let the muse spill what it likes…ink’s ink, I’m not too, picky. 🙂
February 23, 2013 at 4:52 pm
Lots of smart and smile-making wordplay in this k–starting in the first line. You’ve managed to put a double-entendre into all kinds of tender concepts, that takes them into the more arid areas where our intellects have to digest and accommodate them. I especially like the ‘encampment of sheet,’ prompting us to think of a nomadic sort of tent blowing in the desert wind…a temporary shelter, for sure. I have always found (the real) dates much much too sweet, but maybe in a desert, they are lavishly good just by contrast.
February 23, 2013 at 5:10 pm
Thanks – it was a bit darker, but seemed to fit into such sexual stereotypes that I went for a sweeter version. Maybe too sweet! But you know all those word games are much fun to someone of my ilk. k.
February 23, 2013 at 6:27 pm
Stunning use of language k. I like this.
February 23, 2013 at 6:32 pm
This is a very clever response to the prompt. I enjoyed the double entendres very much.
February 24, 2013 at 1:45 am
This is such a strong poem. The metaphor is richly realized, and in reading I could imagine both the desert oasis and the new found lover. I relished every line.
February 24, 2013 at 3:33 am
Clever and fun.
February 24, 2013 at 9:02 am
A perfect metaphor and truly enjoyed this clever poem.
February 24, 2013 at 9:05 am
Thanks so much, Margaret. k.
February 26, 2013 at 2:00 am
desperate for–a firm moist warmth that whetted (otherwise) arid lips and tasted in night’s desolation almost sweet…..Love that. I read it out loud to hear all the delicious sound play your wrote into it.
February 26, 2013 at 8:32 am
Susie is right about reading it aloud … almost a tongue twister, sweet on the lips