Monday 28 November 2011

Red Sofa

photo: Christine Donnier-Valentin
I see you abandoned,
Now a street dweller,
As am I. 
You offer respite,
A resting place
For this footsore
World weary wanderer. 
I will sit a while.

I remember home. 
Brick walls
Rendered warm
With paint and plaster. 
Suzanne,
She and I
Made love
On one such as you,
Half-buried,
Deep in plump
Plush red cushions,
Candles flickered
Casting
Dancing shadows overhead,
Watching as we climaxed
In those wondrous moments.

Suzanne, I did love her so,
Even as I took another
Born in fields of tangled vine. 
She, the other,
Gave me succour,
Gives me succour,
Lets me sip her sweet red wine.

Rested,
I will leave you now,
Discard my memories. 
Pockets jangle,
Stuffed full
With buried treasure,
Pennies buried,
Laid long forgotten
Deep within your gaping innards,
Mined greedily by my hungry hands. 

I will court
My waiting lover,
Buy her wares, 
My ladylove
Resting in her bottle,
Suck hard
At her cold hard nipple
As she loves me,
Gives me succour,
Lets me sip,
Lets me taste
Her sweet red wine.

Anna :o]

With thanks to Tess at Magpie Tales for the inspiration.

22 comments:

NorthernTeacher said...

Deep, Anna.
I'm impressed.

Doctor FTSE said...

Mysterious. But enjoyable.

ADDY said...

wow! Quite an impact.

Jenny Woolf said...

Nice poem, with a good twist in the end.

Berowne said...

You may be hyper, you may be cryptic, but you can write. :-)

Trellissimo said...

Do I detect a bit of a boozer? LOL Lots if red wine around here...

Brian Miller said...

nice..you built quite the story around this...the memories..of a once warm love and now her substitute in a bottle...

Laurie Kolp said...

Provocative and entertaining.

The Noiseless Cuckooclock said...

a fun tale.

Maggie said...

This piece is amazing, Anna. You are a sensitive soul, indeed.

Jinksy said...

A Magpie to make us think...

Anonymous said...

Even on skid row we find comfort and memories!
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Frances Garrood said...

I love the twist at the end of this, Anna. A great take on the picture.

I once knew a sofa, which (if it's still aorund) probably remembers things about me that are best forgotten...

ds said...

Oh, can you write! Wonderful poem. Thank you.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Thank you for your very kind comments folks - they are much appreciated!

On line at the mo' (obviously!) - whoopee - so will take this opportunity to visit more Magpies.

Hopefully the PC problem will be remedied when the engineers call (again) this pm. Second time lucky maybe!

Frances ~ I knew a sofa like that too! Oh what tales it could tell!

Anna :o]

anthonynorth said...

Beautifully bittersweet.

Misterio Vida said...

wonderful...i guess we are all like this red sofa...playing our part in this world and then gone and forgotten...

Inspector Saahab said...

beautifully written. keep it up. :)

Other Mary said...

Oh, that's heartbreaking. Wonderful!

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Thank you for your kind and welcome comments folks - much appreciated.

Anna :o]

Anonymous said...

great imagery, esp.

Half-buried,
Deep in plump

susan m hinckley said...

Loved finding a story buried in the sofa cushions -- nice imagery.