"conched" poems
sweet tree
raised from
tropical
earth
to grow upright
and out
to sprout
from trunk
a bunch of
pink and
pointed pods
or perhaps
crimson or
yellow
aubergine
tangerine
green
scythed clean
from host
and hacked
in two
for getting at
seeds a-pulp
in white
and slimed
and spreading
them out under
the sun
to get hot
in their own
juices
to ferment
wild
to bake
dry
poured tinkling
by the
thousands into
sacks of hessian
for sending
‘cross seas
to furnace-cracked
futures
winnied and
conched
sweetened
melted
and hardened
into shapes
of other things
© 2017 Adelaide Heathfield
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 8:27 AM UTC
Quinquennium, two moons ere midsummer's eve
Amore entombed; clandestinely, I cleave
Haunting, daunting, even on waking eyes
Grateful, I was, charnel did not suffice
Atop tower of spice, my Star ensconced
Horseless carriage scorched the road, innards conched
Sworn meeting's ripe with anticipation
Longed to see this friendship's progression
Bulwark stood guard, nigh foot of the mountain
Levee treacherous affection, contain
Celestial sight roused earthquakes in this chest
Released the dam, alluvion that is best
Thy beauteousness, a marvel with purpose
Ineffable, even with grand verbose
Wise and fair, thoughtful eyes, smile, oneiric
Prithee, grant pardon this humble lyric
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 6:49 AM UTC
You are marble mouthed.
I used to curl my ear
Around your lips,
Conched in, to hear
The delicate manner
In which you spoke of me.
You coddled my name
On your tongue, separate
From the others held in there,
Pressed tight against the cushion
Of your cheek, so that
I'd never have to find them.
Nov 13, 2011
Nov 13, 2011 at 4:11 PM UTC
The prophylactic coolth you shed when in your girth,
My troubles, my angst, my qualms go vicariously submerged.
Oh you miraculous body of ineffable wonderment,
How you cleanse my body, my soul so pure, only you understand.
You take the spirit off my body and fly it like a balanced kite,
Your water, tiding and ebbing, hoists me up above an unfathomable height.
Birds see me fly at a height they can never desire,
Burnt in envy they wonder how he basks so, what a privileged flier.
I look down to see how you tranced my corporeal abode,
It's poised, lost in you, my eyes, my brain shut close.
The Azure of yours swallowing all my murky blues,
My lips gradually widening and my hands suddenly arose.
The Panorama cloistered by the earth with its assent,
The planets, the Stars, the Sun ceased their celestial movement.
The Aurora cropped up donned its best attire,
A sprig of thunder appeared, and conched the desire.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 7:12 AM UTC