kate5kiwis: Toutes Les Choses Rouges (All Things Red)

kate5kiwis

“If you were all alone in the universe with no one to talk to, no one with which to share the beauty of the stars, to laugh with, to touch, what would be your purpose in life? It is other life, it is love, which gives your life meaning. This is harmony. We must discover the joy of each other, the joy of challenge, the joy of growth.” — Mitsugi Saotome

Friday, November 28, 2008

Toutes Les Choses Rouges (All Things Red)

dusk drifts down as we three
arm-in-armed with pinot vino
waft up the whaka and begin our
gluten-free strawberry trance, with

paisleyed Arthur and his horse
in the ceiling sprinkling its thick
equine shadow of maggots on the floor, with

long-haired Arthur meeting a
yellow-jerseyed author on a woollen-stranded
bridge over troubled waters, with

published Arthur and his heady word plays
meandering lines of crossings-out
add-ons and jingle jumbles, with

resplendently red-Doc'd Arthur chanting
soothing mantras of polyester polyester polyester one
and his one-liner perfect girl
who isn't lost at all

and my navel-gazing
turns to star-gazing

clasping the tail-end of four-day-old
Bah Humbugness and squishing
it all back into its brown tattered box
now tightly tied, with

strings of polyester polyester polyester one
adorned with renewed visions
of the weekend's excavation and lighting of
the Christmas tree and eighty
soon-to-be red Rudolphed candy canes, with

starry candles and childhood wonder
and silent night
holy night.


3 Comments:

Blogger Steve said...

Somehow both rich and calming - I love the way you've made the word polyester (an awful word) seem actually quite attractive and even poetic. Promotion for polyester indeed!

9:29 PM  
Blogger kate5kiwis said...

steve
the polyester polyester polyester one is a line (repeated) in one of Arthur's poems. what happened is that Bulldog and Danny and i went to friends' place and had a Live Poetry Reading with their friend Arthur - i took bits that i remembered from his poems and sprinkled them thru my own words the next morning - as a sort of Reminder To Self of the magical evening.

there is something to be said for reading poetry aloud - for hearing the poet read his/her own stuff aloud - i am a convert.
it's like shakespeare - the words are written to be spoken, i think.

a-n-y-w-a-y i noticed that by the end of the evening we had all breathed a collective sigh and noddled off home rather contentedly - that could be the effects of the pinot as well as Arthur's fabulous poetry lol. all in all a rich and calming night, you are right! X

5:32 PM  
Blogger a girl for God said...

aunty
helloooooo
i need to know if you possibly have a web link for that thing you and Rachy were involved with last year, Shine? the one you made all the goodies for? because my youth group would love to do something similar, but i looked all over google and could not find a link to it... help please?
love abbs

1:43 AM  

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