Morning Love
I can feel summer coming
bursting the flowers open
warming the old bones
of the earth
above a fighter jet sears
a long white scar on an
unblemished sky
this morning we have
scrambled eggs together
a golden yellow on
wholemeal toast
after we had been
through the night
consuming each other
the new light floods
through the windows
reflecting in your burning
sapphire eyes & shimmering
blonde hair
love…
roll that word around
succinctly in your mouth
for a while
on a morning like this
it tastes so sweet
Joanne Fisher
First published on this blog November 2017.
Originally published in Spin.
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I keep forgetting that our Autumn is your Spring…
Beautiful poem, by the way…
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I know. Most blogs are talking about how it’s now Autumn, and I’m down here thinking “but it’s Spring…”
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The Antipodes, all upset down. One of my characters in a book I’m aiming to e-pub next year, asks if people there have a thing against feet. He doesn’t really understand the modern world. But at least he doesn’t ask if they walk on their hands, as my young nephew did.
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Typos. That is upside, not upset. Have to watch the autos. They give us pubic when we want public.
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Yes I know what you mean. Autocorrect has had me text a few weird things in the past…
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I usually double check, after my pubic went public.
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This is lovely, Joanne.
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Thanks ❤
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I love this one 😀 The imagery is so vivid!
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Thanks 🙂
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Beautiful sentiment. Makes me want to loll in a morning after haze…
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