2007-07-09
Poet-ry?
Butter.
Yellow pools
and its fluffy creaminess slowly slipping
Fleet through fingers, past kitchen table’s borders
Onto your lap it’s wet.
Your sunslippery fingers all yellow.
Saffron. Like the floral curtains
Staining the senses
Caged between merciless teeth
It glows into a crown
Warm upon the tongue’s head.
- Natty, Jessy, Lynnie, Charlotte-y and Me, for a poetry challenge put to us by Professor Thumboo.
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It is meant, in all earnest, to be innocent, and completely about butter, butter, and nothing else.
But of course, the Prof still mentioned how it was a really sexy poem.
Especially the fourth line in the first stanza.
By none other than Natalie Wong Ee Huan.
:D
Oh, Natty, did you honestly believe that you were safe from this after I didn't post it?
XD I was biding my time, my dear. Heheh. And terribly sorry, I couldn't resist.
On a side note, I think it's really cool. (:
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I have a good mind to stay up one night, one entire night, devoted to writing and dreaming and dazing.
As the hours tick down into the morning light and my eyelids all a-flicker.
Yes, I think I might just, a day when my body clock can run amok with minutes and moments without destroying my reputation or sanity at whichever public place I should have to present myself at.
The holidays, perhaps. A day in late November.
A long wait, but an interesting wait nonetheless.
abstracity at 9:17 p.m.