Friday, March 20, 2009

Hello to Sack (After Herrick)

sweet blood on my tongue,
raised by Tuscan wind and sun

ruby jewel in liquid state
seep into my fragile pate

wind around each pulsing nerve
dismantle thick this laid reserve

shyness fades with every swallow
flush and warm abandon follow







3 comments:

Megan Duffy said...

Thank you., Wendy! I feel it needs another couplet, but I fear I have gone off writing again for the time being. I hope I get back to it soon.

gerry boyd said...

I like this with a tiny quibble. The sixth line sticks in my craw, metrically. I might change it to "dismantle thick this laid reserve". I have this theory that one can be quite liberal with word re-arrangement, without significantly affecting meaning. Been playing around with that a lot. That's just me. I could be wrong.

Megan Duffy said...

I like that change! Thanks.