Thursday, January 28, 2016

Sarah St Vincent Welch #28 Words collected in July 2014, found when sorting


Words collected in July 2014, found when sorting

propinquity
how close are we
we are

red 
my preferred
blue too,
(not yours, I hear)

carapace
beloved
dear shelter
I rub my lips across you

chthonic
what I am
(what about the aitches?)
tentacled writhing lisped

mandala
made from everything
(seeking order, focus)

malaise
again the sound of it
mine in particular

degustation
a bit of this and a bit of that
a mouth water

Vermouth
sounds good, I should try it

calf
it might be golden 
might be a midnight
bite

lichen
on stones and trees and dragons

royalling
last year the most royal royalling
if ever I had one
(no wonder it made the list) 

porpoising
please, with the Irish
way of saying so it's
a lovers' moan
swimming forward and up, 
sighing
descending
not roiled or wrung
in the soft
collapsing
palate
of Australia

por-pois-ing



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