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this is what i want to do
by Kristina Woodhillwe're going to hold hands today
grab at that merry-go-round about
like a May pole strip of ribbon
colored quite like the rainbow,
woven quite like an intricate basket -
a native look dabbed with juices
squeezed (i would say squozen, but
who would believe me!) with each comb's tug
i will say elderberry and laugh at the underlying gray
i will say gooseberry and march up front, tart steps taken
but the red, yes, i see how your eyes
address the slick straw and glance at each fiber
counting white blossoms, one two
counting white blossoms, three four
while sweet shortcake flour rises
as fresh baking powder sings
05/03/2010
Posted on 05/03/2010
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/04/10 at 10:50 AM I love this Krisina. The flow is terrific. Very nicely done! It sounds like spring has sprung for you. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 05/04/10 at 06:22 PM Delightful here! You know, if there were strawberries in Eden, and there must have been, Adam was a fool as well as a sinner to taste any other fruit. Thanks! |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 05/05/10 at 04:07 PM ...like the old lady that swore 'one day i'm gonna wear purple'...'cause all her life she'd done what was expected...this is cute to cool to heavy...call yourself good on this one K-gal. btw, i used elderberry just today, great minds, eh? |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/06/10 at 12:54 AM From the comments, I take it you are in the process of baking strawberry shortcake. My mind tends toward the literal in spite of all I've read and written. *sigh* I'd like elderberry and gooseberry tarts as well! But what of the comb and the gray? Enjoyed the imagery! |
| Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 05/06/10 at 01:10 AM I love the playfulness and "spring-ness" of this poem, Kristina. Rich imagery and very celebratory. Well-done! d:-) |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/06/10 at 11:39 PM A pure delight to read Kristina from start to finish. Love the repetition of the word "quite" and the playfulness and descriptiveness of this stanza: squeezed (i would say squozen, but who would believe me!) with each comb's tug. That last cuplet made me hungry!
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