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RWP#103....the prompt this week was the pomegranate.
SEEDY LADY
I met her on that night train
in Siberia
I didn't know her but I liked her
the legend amongst the crates
at the back of the dining car
beside two heavy set women
playing poker
smoking
I didn't know her but I liked her
sitting on a silver platter
beside a bowl of purple juice
hanging from some ancient garden
like some lost child in exhile
beside a huge machette knife
shining
tring to escape death from the underworld
searching for the fog of unshed tears
hiding
from bombs
cold rain and cable TV
defering the rifts of time
holding on to her ancient seeds of truth
her tough skin
crimson pulp without fiction
her tart flavour
her colour
her poetic stories
of gone but not forgotten pomegranates
I didn'know her but I liked her.
17 comments:
And I liked the treatment here. Great imagery.
Your poetry consistantly betrays your adventurous side. Wayne believe you are a secret agent man at heart. I enjoy the journey in your poetry. In this poem I am still choking on the nausiating Russian cigarettes. Thanks for the trip. By the way, I liked her too. Babuska darlin'.
Regards,
DH
Yeah, who wouldn't like her?
The dining car and poker especially.
like some lost child in exhile
beside a huge machette knife
shining
tring to escape death from the underworld
Persephone as the pomegranate. What a delightful interpretation! And such atmosphere on the Siberian train...
I love the play on words in "crimson pulp without fiction" as well as the sentiment of not knowing her but liking her. Really enjoyed it.
I like the feeling of the orient express train and the pomegranate being synonymous with the mysterious woman that you fancy.
Nice work. The treatment of the pomegranate was good, in general, but I was especially drawn in by the unexpected (and cleverly described) setting. Well done!
She sounds so mysterious! And who doesn't love a train in the mix.
It's hard not to like her, and this poem, its imagery and the catchy rhythms.
Even I like her
Pomegranates arrive here on trains from mysterious places so for me the context works very well. I love your imagery and hesitancy to commit to sampling the temptation. Thank you for crafting this and taking me for a ride with the "Seedy Lady", Wayne.
crimson pulp without fiction - a fine line, among many. The imagery is wonderful and the repetition makes this piece sing.
I like the play on words in the title, and throughout ("tart flavor"), how the narrator develops a relationship as witness, but at the end respects the limits of his distance.
Beautiful poem- in tempo and in it's fruitful, playful rendering of an invitation to it's ruby red insides. Love your poem to create a beautiful painting of words.
Oh, I want to ride on that train with you!
haha -- "I didn't know her but I liked her."
yep, I kinda think you would!
nice job, Wayne. enjoyed it!
~angie
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