Sunday Scribbling #178: Ceramics Class
[bath water]sharon took
her olds down
to the river -
bath time - she
ain't never,
it was all
antici-
pation,
down by the river,
'patin' by the river
tang,
as if we ain't
never -
gone - by the wayside
& heard
the sharon-baby
word a god,
mighty sweet
blues
if you nevuh,
if you even
wonduh,
if the grit in the bot-
tom of your
clawfoot tub
nevuh told
you, then
now's the time, now's
the ready-do, cuz
sharon gonna tell
you, though
the Devil probably
already
did.
posted by murat11 at 1:11 PM
16 Comments:
It's true, it's true! The Devil made me do it!!
Love the lines "if the grit in the bot- / om of your / claw foot tub / nevuh told / you," There's gold in that grit, and it will tell you all the dirt.
And please don't keep your mouth shut, Murat. How else would we get these gritty gems and nuggets?
I loved the mood and emotion of this poem...it charmed me! Wonderful read!
Sister T: Believe me, I ain't keepin my mouth shut: that was just my commentary (as was "ceramics class") on what I considered a rather inanely-conceived prompt from the SS girls. I felt like I was being talked to by a second grade teacher who doesn't get out much. I know, I know, I can change the channel, etc etc blah blah blah.
No problem with the poetry, mind: of course not. Just wondering if the SS girls ever read the contributions of their readers/writers.
Okay, the ancient mariner will shut up. For now.
SITG: Glad you dropped by, and certainly glad you wuz charmed...
So despite your misgivings you took this one out for a whirl, showed the old girl -- another Scorpion woman -- a good time, and made a few of your readers smile as well. Feel better?
Anno: Hey, they don't call us Scorpions for nothin, right? Always glad to show SO a good time, particularly in that red Olds 88. More important to know (hope) that you wuz smilin.
Now, now, Brother P! You know how it is “...bending jelly in the bath,” that it ain’t no easy task. Tsk, tsk, you devil, you! I betcha had yo'self some bourbon and butter on your Cream of Wheat a time or two, ‘fore you got saved by the blood of the Libra ; )
Duchess: I ain't had that delicacy yet, but I'm bound to get me some soon! Not so sure about saved: resurrected by her, for sure.
i like how your poems always have a unique voice. as if in character.. i also liked antici
pation
I like how that red sizzles right along with the words; good companion for any conversation I might have with the devil
Floreta: This poem was, I think, a nice companion to your Panda poem.
Moise: I felt some sizzle while writing this. Glad you had some fun with it.
I love Sharon's voice but that devil needs to stay behind me - waaayyy behind me. He's left his grit in the tub a time or two but sweet water washes him away. This piece sings along with the Duvall video. I love to watch the ebb and flow here - the give and take and back and forth with the music and the poems and the conversations that become more than a reaction to the last but also a beginning of the next...may not be intentional but the butterfly wings flutter one place and the wind blows in another..makes me smile
Ms Dee, you exegetical genius, the rhythms of this poem were indeed call and response to Duvall's call and response. There wuz butterfly wings all over the place ayer.
this was a delight
Why thank you, QB.
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