This week's Poetry Bus prompt is the wonderful couplet "She was wearing Stella McCartney /I was drinking Stella Artois".
As tempting a prospect as it was to flesh out this tale of designer gear and Belgian beer, I found myself tugged in a more imagistic direction - as follows;
Stella
I was struck
not by a star nor that quality
about her
stuck nonetheless
my frozen face before
the heat of her
jaw slack, molten
mouthful held stock still
grazing suspended
shocked as a calf
witnessing this meteorite
plough my pasture
© P Nolan 2010
As tempting a prospect as it was to flesh out this tale of designer gear and Belgian beer, I found myself tugged in a more imagistic direction - as follows;
Stella
I was struck
not by a star nor that quality
about her
stuck nonetheless
my frozen face before
the heat of her
jaw slack, molten
mouthful held stock still
grazing suspended
shocked as a calf
witnessing this meteorite
plough my pasture
© P Nolan 2010
