Poetry Wednesday - Poetry Pals week very many

A lusty one, apparently

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Good day Red Cabbage Heads,

At the end of last month I had a lovely zoom session with

Nelly Bryce

and the other gals from

Poetry Pals

where we looked at a couple of poems and used them for inspiration for poems. One was Howl by Joy Sullivan from Notes for Travelling West.

We had a good think about that underlined line and what it might mean. And how we could tackle that subject.

Why I decided to share this with you, was that when I read it out to the group, Nelly said I hadn’t disappoint her expectation that I would write something ‘lusty’! That really made me laugh, it wasn’t written to be lusty but I can see how she might interpret it so. I’m not even sure I write many lusty poems to have engendered such a reputation. I even joked to another friend (hi

Lisa Andradez

) that I might change my user name to Lusty Tam but that that might bring all the wrong types of men to my yard messages.

There was a time when I really struggled to believe that it was meant when people gave me compliments, especially when boys/lads/men told me they loved me and then it tended to end the relationship because I just wasn’t ready for any of that and ran away emotionally. My favourite (long) phrase at the time was, ‘go home, take a couple of aspirin, and it will all feel better in the morning.’ I was thinking about those times when I wrote the poem.

Photo by František Čaník on Unsplash

I am finally willing to feed myself

your words of love
letting them linger like
soft snowflakes caught on an upward breeze
to gently settle on my searching tongue
lapping them in to dissolve slowly
into my bloodstream
travelling to each and every cell
to kiss them all over with
passionate ardour,
an exchange of carefully 
selected electrons completed

And there we are - another new and fresh, poem for you. As with all my recently written poems, it’s a draft and may not be finished. May this one resonate a little with you this week.

That’s all for this week, ta-ra Tx

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