Showing posts with label I Know I Put That Metaphor In Here Somewhere. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I Know I Put That Metaphor In Here Somewhere. Show all posts

Thursday, August 29, 2019

Soon: Spiders



Dalí looks at me
from across the room,
time melting as if exhausted
from the heat.

That look: like puppy dog eyes
pleading for a shift in the breeze.

But, no, I say,
don’t do that to me.
The darkness is coming,
so damp and rich I can taste it.

And soon:
spiders.


© 2019 Jennifer Wagner


Reference:  Salvador Dalí's clocks in The Persistence of Memory.

Monday, March 3, 2014

Lion Around


The Sleeping Gypsy, 1897, by Henri Rousseau,
image via The Mag


If you’re going to have
a pet lion
you’d better carry a stick.

He may get bored of your
pink hair, sitar strumming
and cheap wine.

After all
that fun gypsy-ing
one does, eventually,
have to eat.



© 2014 Jennifer Wagner


Ok, I’m just having a bit of poetic fun with this wonderful painting by Rousseau provided by the excellent poet and hostess Tess Kincaid at Magpie Tales.  Check out the work of other writers there--I’m sure they came up with something less cringeworthy and cliché than I did in writing to this image.  :-)  I think it’s my mood. 

And I used to have pink hair on one side.  I kinda miss it.