Tuesday, November 11, 2008

KMKAT's poem

I am pleased to reveal KMKAT's poem, fresh off the press. I spent a lot of time thinking about KMKAT and she certainly set me a challenge with her theme of "Blue October...and a bit of orange too please."

I ended up writing this at a pavement table at an inner city cafe, a place I go to when I am totally and completely stuck and cannot write a word. It's a teeny tiny bakery with very good croissant and coffee (ummm...croissant....eurolush.....chocolate croissant....) and every single person there, I swear to you, every person - baker, counter assistant, customer, is arty-looking. Every single person looks like they have been up all night writing novels and screenplays or practicing for an audition or designing an award-winning fashion collection. So...where was I?...oh yes, so I was sitting there trying to write this poem for dear dear KMKAT when suddenly the guy sitting next to me starts to talk to me. He was very attractive and young and was intrigued by what I was doing. Hehehehe....hey Kmkat....I really owe you one....it was terribly good for my ego you know. Ahem...of course, Mr. Commentbox is my one and only true love, of course, ahem, but still, awfully flattering don't you think? So...um...yeah....who knew that blogging would lead me to writing poetry in public places.

So, here is the poem which is dedicated with much love to blogger and commenter extraordinaire: KMKAT.




BLUE OCTOBER

That month's added numbers
May well write of
Equality,
And that mother of men
May well dream of
Eternity.

But I have seen
All her books,
Arithmetically labelled,
And to me they did
Colour-talk,
Blue, red,
White and
Yellow.

Primarily blue
Told a tale of
A whiteness,
Of fiberglass mouldings
And chairwheeling fantasies.

Then red
Itself knitted
A man for all seasons,
And a wife
For good measure
And the very best reasons.

But the yellow
Spoke harshly
Of numbers
Of lifetimes,
Of death
And destruction
In her desert imaginings.

So I took out
My paintbrush
And my dirty old palette,
And started to mix it,
Out of love,
And some madness.

I married the red
Of her son’s future bride,
To the yellow of climates
Of warring disguise.
The ending I coloured
With hope, thought and courage,
And her sunset soon flourished
In glorious orange.

11 comments:

kmkat said...

Thank you, Eleanor. I am honored. (And I am so gonna blog about this!)

Blue Mountains Mary said...

Eleanor - what are you going to do with your talent?

Hmmmmm?

eurolush said...

I will ignore your taunting, Eleanor. Pastry-taunting has to be the lowest form of taunting there is. It cuts like a knife. Like a knife cutting through a giant piece of powdered-sugar covered Streusel. Mmmmmm...Streusel. Fresh pastries...so good...so crumbly...so tasty...mmmmm. NO! STOP IT! LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!!! LORD GIVE ME STRENGTH!

Eleanor, I forgive you. I must. Anyone who can write as you do deserves only the highest accolades...(and sometimes a hard pinch--when no one's looking.)

Kmkat has received the most glorious of poems from the most talented poet in blogland...in Sydney...in Australia...in the world! In the UNIVERSE!

You do realize the attractive young man sitting near you at your cafe was your muse, don't you? You must go there to do your best writing from now on. While here in Germany, I have to sit around waiting for the chimney sweep to return for my thrills. How sad.

It's not fair.

Duyvken said...

Lovely, Eleanor. And I loved knowing where you wrote it!

Tuli said...

This post has it all! A wonderful story of a poetess finding her muse and then...a poem! A wonderful poem!

Bravo, dear Eleanor. Bravo!

trashalou said...

Orange featured as the crux. fantastic!

Anna said...

Yeah, you did it again. Yoy really are the best Australian poet I have ever come across!

Badger said...

Fantastic is the word, definitely. Fantastic and wonderful.

laura said...

Marvelous lovely poem.

And I'm with Mary. A book of poetry? Short stories? A Novel? You simply must do something with this wonderful gift of yours.

Jen said...

Wonderful, Eleanor! And KMKAT is indeed extraordinaire.

Julia said...

Yellow is like that isn't it?

I can't decide if I like your poems or your chapter stories better!