"To scale all love down To a cupped hand’s size" Edith Tiempo ~ Bonsai
Even now there is a mote of rage
behind these cool blue eyes – some rouge
perhaps has rubbed in over years
redness lessened to a small hot spot
the way volcanoes lie low
smouldering, mouldering
in uncanny silence
Remember how you took the offering
with open arms? All green and springy
in that first fabulous flush. The following year
made too much growth to carry round
but a few lopped, sacrificial branches served
to sever the glow of growing enthusiasm
after that it all scaled down like Alice, pruned
pared and cut to size, amputated
at the root to fit the pretty, shallow porcelain
I imagine you nurture this memory still
on a cold, back bedroom windowsill
and catching sight of it remark
at how the fleshy bark has aged
admire the twists, wired in so cunningly
and seeing sweet succulence emerge
each Spring, recall – but come the fall
know that flaming crimson is an all
consuming conflagration, still smouldering
on a late November bonfire
I'm late with Sarah's Poetics prompt "Red" so am catching up at Open Link Night where anything goes as long as it's poetry
Nice lines: “recall – but come the fall
know that flaming crimson is an all
consuming conflagration”
Managed some rhyme there!
The volcano metaphor is so evocative, Laura, and I love the contrast of the ’mote of rage / behind these cool blue eyes’. I’ve never owned a bonsai, but I find the idea of taming and pruning a tree into tiny submission cruel, prefer to see trees grow to their full potential, and you’ve summed that up perfectly in the lines:
‘…a few lopped, sacrificial branches served
to sever the glow of growing enthusiasm
after that it all scaled down like Alice, pruned
pared and cut to size, amputated
at the root to fit the pretty, shallow porcelain’.
I love the final lines!
Both literally and as analogy for relationship the down-sizing feels so cruel
A whole mix of emotions in this. Nice one.
Indeed!
This is an incredibly strong and potent write, Laura! Especially love the lines: ” The following year
made too much growth to carry round but a few lopped, sacrificial branches served to sever the glow of growing enthusiasm after that it all scaled down.” 💝
Thanks Sanaa – it is the beginning of an end
We trim and prune our relationships, often unconsciously, don’t we?
Spot on!
You had me at /on a cold, back bedroom window sill/. This succeeds as a “red poem” and builds a strong metaphor about our conceit and need for control.
Thank you for such well observed feedback
The ultimate tragedy, love pruned and resting in a shallow container for show 😦 Your poem is magnificent, Laura.
You caught the analogy well – thank you
You’re very welcome.
I admire the stunning imagery of the ebb and flow of pruning, blooming and finally seeing the flaming crimson in fall as: late November bonfire. I wish I had one to admire through all the seasons.
❤
I especially like the first stanza and was hoping for more of a link to it later in the poem. Lovely imagery throughout.
ah but it’s there throughout – the poem is an analogy
A lovely poem. A great analogy of relationship…love pruned.
Thank you for comprehending!
Such a clever conceit in this – and a twisty tale of love. Particularly liked those off-beat images – the volcano ‘mouldering/ in uncanny silence’ ; the ‘amputated limbs’ . I also liked your use of voice – reminded me of Sylvia Plath – in the third stanza particularly – how the jaded lover knows that love and beauty – no matter how spectacular – is doomed by winter’s certainty. Classic.
I always appreciate your tremendous feedback & observations – as for the Plath voice, I am honoured – many thanks indeed Peter
We are always trying to make things fit into spaces they aren’t meant for. The word amputated really flew off the page at me.
Sqare pegs in round holes – love in a cupped hand as the opening quote says. Glad you picked out ‘amputated’ it was one of the most telling
How I love your evocative imagery, and those gems of alliteration! Beautifully written!
I really appreciate that feedback Frank – thank you