A-one, and a-two, and a-three
gray squirrels in slow-
this is when they come
into heat, as the restless town
sifts under powdered sugar.
Where is the rich broth with marrow,
where is the noisy brass gong?
Windowpanes color with steam.
Something celery and something orange
marry above the stove’s blue flame.
Somewhere a ledge of brittle ice
softens to syrup. You don’t see,
but sunlight’s shade turns
acetylene. A woman
steps out of her bath
kimono, and cranes stretch
tremulous above the grass.
What is that tinkle of brass
bells? New snow cascading
from branches, like wedding veils.
—Luisa A. Igloria
In response to today’s Morning Porch entry.
OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
- “Findings”: the missing Morning Porch poems
- Two more Morning Porch poems from Luisa Igloria and a comment on free culture
- What Leaf
- With winter’s gift of unimpeded sight,
- Aubade, with Feathers
- Heart and Shadow
- “The sudden spasm of wings”
- “Before sight, sound—“
- Four Morning Porch poems
- “Up and down the street, the neighbors…”
- Memento Mori
- “The streets are lined with garbage bins…”
- “Soon the old year must join…”
- Speaking of __
- “For the sun’s approximate blaze…”
- Despedida de Soltera
- “Paired or unpaired, all in the world…”
- Private: Quicksilver
- Private: Preludium
- [poem temporarily hidden by author]
- Landscape, With Darkness and Hare
- Ghazal of the Dark Water
- Landscape, with Cardinal and Earring
- One Day, That Room
- Landscape, with Small Flakes and Far-off Bandoneón
- Private: Matins
- Landscape, with an End and a Beginning
- Dim Sun, Dim Sum
- Vanishing Point
- Ghazal of the Open Water
- Monday Landscape, with Clocks Borrowed from Dali
- “Last night’s wet snow…”
- Landscape, with Water Fountain, Small Clouds and Endless Lyric
- What She Wants
- Landscape, with Mockingbird and Ripe Figs
- Letter to Arrythmia
- Love Poem with Skull and Candy Valentines
- Private: To Flower
- Landscape, with Fake Butterflies and Sick Child
- Letter to Affliction
- Letter to Levity
- Private: Little Girding Song
- Letter to Rubbermaid and Tupperware
- Letter to Spam
- Little Waking Song
- Private: Ghazal of Wild Things
4 Replies to “Menage”
I must say it is fascinating to see my humdrum observation giving rise to such ornate and exotic images!
I have even reached the point where I read the first couple of lines on Via Negativa and say: Oh this is one of Luisa’s. At least if I can’t write like that I can read it.
Margo, thanks for your very kind words :) Right now I’m just grateful for the poems; and grateful that Dave lets me play on The Morning Porch. :)
I get the benefit of both and so am doubly grateful :)