10:00 am
Dark is her Shop
1
I buy two liters of white mescal,
cheap and rough,
without the second brewing:
fire water, not smooth.
Two liters:
she sells them in
an old Coke bottle
she’ll seal with cellophane,
and a rubber band.
Six worms I buy.
Bedraggled fighters
dragging smoky trails
as they plummet
through a yellow sea.
2
In the shop next door
I buy poinsettias.
When I get home,
I put them in a vase
and watch them watching me.
Red poinsettias:
bloodstains scratching
a white-washed wall.
Misshapen gems
in a ceramic prison,
their beauty
breaks me down:
decimated words,
worlds
born from mescal.
3
The eyes I see
are not eyes
because I see them:
they are eyes because
… twin brown ovals …
they watch me
as they float in a liquid mirror
within the upraised glass.
4
Outside,
beyond the balcony,
sun blood melts
like sealing wax.
The bougainvillea
strains sharp stains
through a lonesome
slice of sunlight
giving birth to
flamboyán and tulipán.
5
My lemon tree
leans over to listen.
Glistening pearls of dew
embellish its morning throat.
Christmas decorations
these postage stamp songbirds
thronging each twitching branch.
Butterflies,
winged flakes of archaic paint,
flutter from temple walls
leaving them barren and bare.
Church towers,
strong when terra firma shakes,
quiver insubstantial.
Mescal melts the morning:
a quiver of shimmering air.
rogermoorepoet 
Greetings,
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My best to you, Charles Bowie
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Thank you, Tanya. I didn’t have a photo of a mescal shop, so I used one of an old bicycle repair shop … with a dark doorway. There was a love snap of the dark interior of a fruit shop, too … I’ll use that one day.
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Oh my goodness, I almost missed this one. I saw Obsidian’s Edge 7 up today and checked your recent posts. Anyway, Roger, these continue to amaze me. You use such dense and beautiful imagery. Such a feast of words! On to to number 7…
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I remember them in Southern Spain and Mexico: just standing there, waiting on street corners and watching the passers-by.
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I like the reference to the lemon tree. My lemon tree is the most challenging of my indoor plants. It wants water all the time !
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I enjoyed this one the most, from the Obsidian’s Edge series. Roger, I will miss the next 3 weeks’ of Writers Group. Preparing for Ontario tomorrow, actually in Ontario thereafter. I’ll be back on June 28th. Cheers, Chuck
On Mon, Jun 6, 2016 at 9:52 AM, rogermoorepoetdotcom wrote:
> rogermoorepoet posted: “10:00 am Dark is her Shop 1 I buy two liters of > white mescal, cheap and rough, without the second brewing: fire water, not > smooth. Two liters: she sells them in an old Coke bottle she’ll seal with > cellophane, and a rubber band. Six worms I buy. Bedraggl” >
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Thanks for that comment, Chuck. We’ll miss you while you’re away, but make the most of your time in TO. Let us know how you did when you get back. Travel safe.
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Good to see you here Judy and so glad you like this rewrite. I’ll e-mail you separately … Thanks for being here.
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One of my favourites.
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