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Tree of Anise
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Tree of Anise You make me feel as I imagine the moist taste How a Tree of Anise smells droplets decorating green glossy limbs soil drunk deep your mouth and I’m saturated and root- swollen and the way the petals tremble Together we’re riding your voice against my earlobe, Calling... the sound of a waterfall silently Creeping warmth, your cock like a brush, mink tipped and luxurious, I'm the stretched canvas - Heavy my legs clasp... sinews taunt, Two suns spinning at different speeds catching the water with the licks of fire Either one of us can read the same language twice- till we're ignited, till we're her magnolia-like blossoms, singing to the bees... First, the claiming flares red-orange-white to ebony Later, a moment’s heat dissolving a little blood. Someday a hand might dig that up and declare- "Here was a sacred burial ground, This is evidence of sacrifice." but we’ll know it to be ...a used up dead thing...that skeleton of a match, all the little purple bruises, my Scent of the dawn of salt and The clay at the delta, Crawling across the twisted plains of a darkened chamber, The gliding of a ceiling fan Flying like a bat overhead. Your eyes grip my throat, And Beneath the equator, Below yet another sun, gelatin sheen like a tiny porcelain dish of avocado-edged silk, Petals upon my lips, The creosote taste Upon my tongue of your body into the caldron We’ll pour my ashes, Drawing a circle Beneath her verdancy, Our one body, upon wet pavement Touring the branches of The Tree of Anise, We’ll travel with our past fevers and Our solitary kindling, as I desire how does your finger feel in my mouth? Image: "Annie Miller" a sketch by Dante Gabriel Rossetti A response to: [post 2545834]       |
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The face in the illustration to me conveys a deep and abiding pain and patience. The poem...also. I hear and see a sense of determination....And that is where I found the connection. Thank you, again.  MT
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2/11/2011 8:29 am |
t so happens, I once taught a Continuing Education course on Victorian Art & Culture. I too am a huge fan of Rossetti (both of them.) As far as Annie Miller is concerned, you may read in this depiction a stoic reserve, but I am not quite sure. What are known about her are rather less than flattering facts. She was a prostitute born of lower class parents. She was literate (she once borrowed "Wuthering Heights" to read from one of her artist friends and he recorded this fact in his journal.) She slept with nearly every artist she worked for. She was extremely vain, and notoriously crass about it. She had a lovely voice, and often sang during sittings. Perhaps you knew all of this. Anyway, I am not quite sure if she really had the depth of character you are attributing to her, or was merely an opportunitistic woman who used what God gave her to make the most of an undisputedly male-focused society. Regardless - Thank you for visiting, Dog. MT
 It's never the same thing twice... [post 2477869] [post 2800527] Current series: [post 2910971]  
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Calling... the sound of a waterfall silently Creeping warmth, your cock like a brush, mink tipped and luxurious, I'm the stretched canvas - No joke, MT-that gave me a stiffy! Very nice, as usual..your use of words always makes me feel so limited, but being limited never felt so good! 
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magical... hugs J xox  MT
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i LOOOkED at that pic for 10 minues.... I still can't see the tree!!! should I look at it from a different angle??? are you naked??? And such a whiner. (I knew you were talking about this post, Diceymuffin.) Sometimes it just annoys me that you say such utter tripe - here. But I loves ya, puddle pocket. MT
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magical... hugs J xox
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 Oh well. That's fine, then! YAY XOXO MT
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Intimidated? That makes me sad. Truly, I know you had no intention of this - your intention was surely to compliment and state facts. Well, the fact is...most of my life I mostly have not felt people understood me, and that deep down many were intimidated by certain aspects of me (my artistic ability and intellect, is what I mean.) You are certainly very artistically able and very intelligent, so I would hope to think we'd see each other as kindred spirits. Don't you? MT
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Amazing . . . as always. You're able to weave so much into a poem, but what I'm struck by is your use of nature -- I've never read anyone who can introduce nature into poetry and erotica so effectively and yet so sensually. Back when I was planning my someday it may happen wedding, abstractly - it was to have been on a hillside, in an apple orchard, at sunrise. Back when I was planning my ultimately-it-did-not-happen wedding, concretely - it was to have been in a 13th century Catholic church surrounded by wild flowers, the crumbling ruins of a Roman aquaduct now filled with roosting doves, and a winding road that led to an olive grove. This was my idea of a compromise - when I was engaged to a Catholic whose family would have been scandalized by my inner pagan desire to breath in apple blossom scent and wear a crown of flowers over a medieval-style cornflower blue and butter yellow - dress. I had also intended to plant dozens of hyacinths so they would be blooming for the processional, as people went in and out of this church. Anyway. I still have the dress design. Maybe some day, but not there. And - now I know I need to be with the man who also wants to get married in the field at sunrise, not the man who insists on the church.
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2/7/2011 9:48 am |
i LOOOkED at that pic for 10 minues.... I still can't see the tree!!! should I look at it from a different angle??? are you naked??? Dice has felt the need to improve your boring blog!!!!!!
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   WOW I win! xoxo MT 
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 !!!!Or, I am simply not able. MT
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The echoes of which, Sang from your depths.  XOXO MT
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Anyway, I am not quite sure if she really had the depth of character you are attributing to her, or was merely an opportunitistic woman who used what God gave her to make the most of an undisputedly male-focused society. Does it have to be either/ or? She sounds like a lovely complex real woman. That aside, you, my lovely complex real woman, have done it again, here. Driven by a clear passion. I'm a little jealous, hard to imagine it for myself in a way, but I still can celebrate yours. You deserve that plus more. *Why is it hard to imagine feeling passionate towards a potential lover or lover, Zazou?* Hmmmmmmm MT 
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I had a dream my life would be So different from this hell I'm living So different now from what it seemed Now life has killed the dream I dreamed    RAInBow
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2/5/2011 4:07 pm |
t so happens, I once taught a Continuing Education course on Victorian Art & Culture. I too am a huge fan of Rossetti (both of them.) As far as Annie Miller is concerned, you may read in this depiction a stoic reserve, but I am not quite sure. What are known about her are rather less than flattering facts. She was a prostitute born of lower class parents. She was literate (she once borrowed "Wuthering Heights" to read from one of her artist friends and he recorded this fact in his journal.) She slept with nearly every artist she worked for. She was extremely vain, and notoriously crass about it. She had a lovely voice, and often sang during sittings. Perhaps you knew all of this. Anyway, I am not quite sure if she really had the depth of character you are attributing to her, or was merely an opportunitistic woman who used what God gave her to make the most of an undisputedly male-focused society. Regardless - Thank you for visiting, Dog. MT I just thought the image went well with the words.
It's never the same thing twice... [post 2477869] [post 2800527] Current series: [post 2910971]
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Rossetti is one of my favorites. The image is appropriate. You can almost see her stoic resistance to her pain. His women are so beautiful, sad, and angelic. Another Rossetti, Ophelia. My favorite. [image] The tattoo artist...um...declined. Anyway, I am not quite sure if she really had the depth of character you are attributing to her, or was merely an opportunitistic woman who used what God gave her to make the most of an undisputedly male-focused society. Regardless - Thank you for visiting, Dog. MT
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2/5/2011 12:03 pm |
Rossetti is one of my favorites. The image is appropriate. You can almost see her stoic resistance to her pain. His women are so beautiful, sad, and angelic. Another Rossetti, Ophelia. My favorite. [image] The tattoo artist...um...declined.
It's never the same thing twice... [post 2477869] [post 2800527] Current series: [post 2910971]
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