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Wednesday, December 28, 2011

The Sarah Winchester Mystery House

I want to meet my love at the Sarah Winchester Mystery House
Deep in the ripe plum fruit
Of a dark purple evening.

I want her to french me into another world,
Half way up a stairway to nowhere.
I want her hands in my hair;
I want her to ride my thigh like a bareback Indian.

I want to fall through a wall onto prairie grass.
I want my love in soft leather and buckskin,
And handy with a rifle.

If I could have these things,
I would open a door onto thin air--
I would turn around, half out of the Sarah Winchester Mystery House,
And smile at her

With one leg dangling behind me in the darkness,
And the other called, as if by seance,
To wrap itself around the slender small of her back
Like a summoned spirit.
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for She To Whom I Am Slavishly Devoted.

14 comments:

  1. A lush poem, full of sensuality and mystery--and it made me google the SWM House, which was also lush, mysterious and more than slightly bizarre, so thanks for that as well as the beautiful imagery with its touch of another world.

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  2. channeled! Rich like plum wine baby!



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  3. You know just how to turn emotion and attraction into Art.

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  4. It's time for bed and here I sit to 'wake up, wake up, wake up' and the Cranberries! Great poem tonight Ms. Shay. Full of the good stuff.

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  5. "Deep in the ripe plum fruit
    Of a dark purple evening."

    what a lush, sensuous line! yummy!

    i tell ya, you're melting the planet!

    thanks for sharing at Poetry Jam.

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  6. Yes - quite sensual. And the video is an interesting ending. :)

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  7. Hmmm... love the poetry. I haven't written in months(actually, I have written no more than 10 poems this year- yes, it is that bad) but being here is starting to remind me of what it is I loved about poetry and most of all, that I can get back onto that horse. Thanks.

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  8. i want her to french me into...whew...that sounds like it could be a rather fun trip...smiles...a leg called by seance to wrap around the small of her back...dang....

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  9. "Deep in the ripe plum fruit of a dark purple evening." Sigh. Vicariously enjoyed.

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  10. This is incredible! Now, I have to google the mystery house, too.

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  11. I like that you set this in the Winchester House--perfect and adds to the whole otherworldly feel of this poem. Good word choices too.

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  12. Hey...the Winchester Mystery House! I've been there three times. Can't seem to be able to get this place out of my system. If I was wealthy I'd definitely build something similar, ghosts or not! ;-)

    And much love for The Cranberries. That's an excellent album.

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  13. This is fabulous, fireblossom. I love it.

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  14. Of course I had to Google the Sarah Winchester Mystery House! What a great story and perfect for your poem's setting. I too love the lines "deep in the ripe plum fruit of a dark purple evening." Fantastic!

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