Under a tangled arch
of willow, ivy, and rose,
she presses me back,
back, against the rich loam, back,
her fingers sly, her smile arch,
her lips tipped with rose.
Ever since the moon rose
she has loved me well: my back
is a bow, a lover’s arch.
I arch my neck, cursing the rose-tinged dawn that calls her back.
A tritina for this month’s Poetry Slam retrospective and YeahWrite’s 400th consecutive week!
Christine Hanolsy 
Oh! This is so lovely! Vivid imagery. Love it.
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*sigh* So romantic (and I’m in a strict, no sighing phase). But I think Jennifer nailed my thought on it – it felt like a fairy tale but now all at the same time.
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The first two lines give a fairytale kind of feeling that you sustain so well, and then you have this other current with the urgency of the repeated “back”s, the “fingers sly” and “smile arch.” Love it.
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“My back is a bow”…yes, all that pent-up energy when newly in love. That’s a perfect phrase. And the internal rhyme was just enough: “lip tipped.”I think “presses” should be “pressed,” unless there’s a reason for the verb tense switch that I’m not getting. The “is” in the last line makes sense, though. The verb “rose” kinda forces the beginning to be flashback.
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Yes, you’re right – “pressed” makes more sense. I am rather proud of “my back is a bow,” though. 🙂 I’m glad you liked it.
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a very rosy shade to the poetry. loved it.
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This has such a feeling of ardor and romance to it. Beautifully done!
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Love in imagery-nicely done!
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Thank you! I have a weakness for love poetry…
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Only adepts can handle, I believe. All the best, Christine 🙂
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a dazzling lyrical burst
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