Monday, June 13, 2016

Lizz Murphy - Poem 165: Quince (after Red Cone & Efi Hatzimanolis)


after Red Cone (LF) # 161 - Still life work in progress & Efi Hatzimanolis (comment)


  
QUINCE



Your eyes are quinces the tear of them

yellow stripped close to white

your blue folds your blood cloak the brush

you hold between finger and thumb

your sky lowers whispers draws us in

I hone my knife as you hone yours



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  1. Efi HatzimanolisJune 13, 2016 at 8:54 PM

    this is wonderful; yes, the quince eyes!

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  2. Susan HawthorneJune 13, 2016 at 9:31 PM

    Lovely. Love the inages.

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  3. UnknownJune 14, 2016 at 8:41 AM

    Oh, this really speaks to me. Lovely.

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  4. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJune 14, 2016 at 1:57 PM

    Yes, beautiful, and full of wonderful tension.

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  5. Lizz Murphy PoetJune 14, 2016 at 8:34 PM

    Thanks so much. In one of Medbh McGuckian's collections she has wonderful similes and metaphors for eyes all through the book. From time to time I think about how I might describe eyes - thanks to Red Cone and Efi for the inspiration.

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