For the Ghost of Christmas Past
Write about a ghost of Christmas, he said. This was as close as I got, but I am perfectly happy with it...
The Promise
Send me your questions.
I will be your abbey,
full with apple trees,
rosemary, wattle fence
and quince.
Choose a plum.
I will answer your desire,
feed it to you sugared,
let my thumb touch
the cloisters
of your neck
and chin.
For Random Acts of Poetry, hosted at Dave's place (along with a giveaway) and Tweetspeak.
Labels: 12 Days of Christmas poetry, Christmas poetry, random acts of poetry, thehighcalling.org
posted by L.L. Barkat at 2:28 PM
8 Comments:
And you should be ... perfectly happy with it!
What extraordinary images you've made of "your abbey" and "let my thumb touch/ the cloisters / of your neck/ and chin".
promise?!?
youza, where's my fan?
Lol -- Kathleen!
Hot stuff Laura.
And beautiful images -- love the 'cloisters of your neck and chin'.
i'm having visions of sugar plums ~
Well, I think it would make Dickens proud. A very lovely offering, and doesn't frighten me in the least!
"Send me your questions. / I will be your abbey" is a fantastic way to begin, and sugar plums are always a nice touch. Thanks, Laura.
"Choose a plum" love that! what a beautiful write - love the imagery and language. I enjoyed it so much, I read it a few times. Thanks for sharing.
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