She distills him from remembrance
as costly feeling shades
from their essential palate,
reduced in the immediate
to fine precious things
refined like lead to gold
in airy dreams of alchemists.
She pinches red strands
of saffron…moist to harvest
from crocus blooming acres
to cram in glass retorts
for a scarlet savor.
From ‘round cacti spines
she plucks enameled insects,
mere parasites sipping dew,
to mix salt crystalline
in a mortar pestle crush
to bright carmine redness.
Then from Tyrian seas
she fishes lucent snails
whose dye bearing veins
she slits…opens intense
concentrate into tin vessels
for a density of purple.
Art by Carol Nelson
19 thoughts on “Fine Precious Things”
Reblogged this on The Mirror Obscura and commented:
Bonnie has done it again. A fine worek of poetry. Be sure to tell if you like it. >KB
Wow–what a blast for the senses. Love it–thank you!
Know I’m pleased you think so. Smiles.
I appreciate that. Thank you so much.
Very beautiful. ..very moving. Glad K.A. Brace re- blogged 🙂
And, I’m sincerely grateful for that and for your visit and comment, Lorrie.
I look forward to exploring your work 🙂
And I’m glad about that. Thank you.
I don’t need to “understand” this…just experience the “scarlet savor” of your reading it aloud…words are wonderful!
I’m happy to hear that, and thank you very much.
I’m pleased you interpreted it so.
Your comment is meaningful to me. Grateful thanks.
my mind was stirring a cauldron as each line shed another layer of what was…each memory slowly unfolds from her mind
but not her heart…
This was an emotional journey to me…
Thank you for sharing such beauty in a sadness between the lines
(or it was to me)
Take Care….You Matter…
I appreciate such a thoughtful response, maryrose.
You are so inspiring!!
I’m glad you like this one, Maggie Mae. You inspire me.