“Quince,” he said “you…” This after such kiss: August 14th, 1:42 p.m.
Imagine then these two; this idyllic, pastoral summer
the plunkety-plunk of a Bach partita, g major
who would have expected this that then next
That he would be with her lips, tongue - all apricot….
Her heart beating fast as a hummingbird’s,
a thousand impossible, unseen beats per minute
Perhaps he sees the giveaway shy blush: hush
The silence after the word forever…
Such concurrence to be found in those lidded lined and labeled jars ~quince ~
Some portent or signifier:
He butters her bread, he breaks the seal; says, “Jam tomorrow…” then “, jam today…”
Her face now pale and flushed; an Amen of recollection.
Imagine then these two; this idyllic, pastoral summer
the plunkety-plunk of a Bach partita, g major
who would have expected this that then next
That he would be with her lips, tongue - all apricot….
Her heart beating fast as a hummingbird’s,
a thousand impossible, unseen beats per minute
Perhaps he sees the giveaway shy blush: hush
The silence after the word forever…
Such concurrence to be found in those lidded lined and labeled jars ~quince ~
Some portent or signifier:
He butters her bread, he breaks the seal; says, “Jam tomorrow…” then “, jam today…”
Her face now pale and flushed; an Amen of recollection.
By Sadi Ranson
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Sadi Ranson has been published in ExLibris, Harvard Review, Ex Libris, Red Cedar Review, Addagio, and has several volumes of poetry published both in the U.S. and in Europe, the latest is Litany Dylan | Think Twice.
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