Snowy

[Leanne]

Snowy

On Monday morning she brought me tea
well-stirred, no hint of honey, but
the tang of gum smoked to my fingertips
as they drummed high country hoofbeats
in snowtime dreaming.

There are words, secret echoes,
that only a melting river knows.

I heard, leftwards, a breast open to
shadows. I have no eyes for tender glances,
coy silk bouncing from kindled wicks,
petals soft and insipid on the stoop.

On Mondays I drink my tea
and stare directly into the sun.

[Todd]

There are words, secret echoes,
that only a melting river knows.

That's really lovely. There's something about hearing a poem read that makes a real difference in the experence.

I love the poem.

(btw: What program did you use for that? I may have to post one even if just to hear if I've picked up a Texas accent over the last five years)

[Leanne]

Thanks Todd

It's posted at Sound Cloud, then you just copy and paste the embed code straight in here -- easy as pie!

[billy]

it may be just admin that can embed because viruses can be transmitted via html and embeds.
try, and if you cant i'll sort it out

to your poem leanne. i'm sure you're reading of it adds to the experience.
excellent. some great images.

[Leanne]

Cheers Billy.

[Aish]

(removed the non working code; it only works in the original post /mod)

On Monday morning she brought me tea
well-stirred, no hint of honey, but
the tang of gum smoked to my fingertips Delicious line.
as they drummed high country hoofbeats so visceral - a mundane tapping spun to gold
in snowtime dreaming.

There are words, secret echoes, Lovely strophe.
that only a melting river knows.

I heard, leftwards, a breast open to
shadows. I have no eyes for tender glances,
coy silk bouncing from kindled wicks, This is currently the loveliest thing I've read all day
petals soft and insipid on the stoop.

On Mondays I drink my tea
and stare directly into the sun.

[Leanne]

Many thanks, Aish

[Wildcard]

This is pretty cool stuff, Leanne. Is that your voice I am hearing from SoundCloud? (It's nice)

[Leanne]

Yep. I tried to pay Cate Blanchett to do it for me, but the bitch wasn't having it :p

[Wildcard]

You velly funny! You make me raff!!!

I envy your accent. It makes you sound even more intelligent and sophisticated while mine just makes people thing I am having sex with my family members . . .

[Todd]

You velly funny! You make me raff!!!

I envy your accent. It makes you sound even more intelligent and sophisticated while mine just makes people thing I am having sex with my family members . . .

This brings up an important point Leanne. How can U teach us to TALK Like U so we can then have sex with our family members with a vaneer of genteel sophistication?

[Leanne]

Wait, what's that? You want me to talk your family members into being gentle with your venereal exudation?

[Todd]

Exactly (I think)! I'm glad you'll help AustrIlian accents are difficult for this transplanted Texan to manage.

[abu nuwas]

I have come to commenting on this rather late, although it has a familiar ring. It resembles a snippet of some long narrative, where all would be revealed, perhaps the story of a blind seer. The dreamy quality is contrasted with the crisp two liners, and esp. the simple statement at the end. Of course to a foreigner, anything emanating from Australia hinting of dreaminess, immediately flags up 'Dreamtime'.

Once again, the spoken version adds all sorts of flavours. So nice to read, and hear.

[Leanne]

Thanks Abu, I may actually have to return to this and give it some companion pieces -- there's quite a lot of material to draw from, after all, I might even end up with a whole anthology that I can stick away in my drawer and never touch again

[Leanne]

Thanks Nemmy

[heslopian]

I love hearing poems read, especially when they use words like "honey" and "sun", which always sound exquisite to the ear, regardless of context. The simple, flowing lines are like snapshots of natural landscapes, coupled with an emotional core. Thanks for the read (and the listen), Leanne.

[Leanne]

Thanks for reading (and listening) Jack

[grannyjill]

I rarely hear poetry read (except at my monthly poetry evening where delivery is usually poor and hurried)

It was a lovely. Thank you

[Leanne]

Thank you, but there is a risk that my ego will now explode from overinflation