An attempt at 'A Chinese Song of Bread and Honey '....

Yipee...this is my first image upload to my blog...I park my car underneath this tree.

Here goes with my attempt at writing a poem with Michi's Poetry Title Generator's suggestion 'A Chinese Song of Bread and Honey'...(it reads somewhat dodgily so will be chopping and changing it no doubt!)

A Chinese Song of Bread and Honey

It is Autumn. She is at the kitchen dresser. The tone of purple
bamboo blows through a side slit and her fingers move on 6 holes.

A sound, so mellifluous, that even ancient vases, bird cages and
lanterns with bright, red hearts might tumble sideways. She

drinks a mother’s farewell wine made from honey and normally
drunk at a Peking Opera. Two flashbacks later and she is spraying

acrobatic fire and the silver face of a long-lost lover gallops
to her. Memories of him squat on bone flute sounds snatched from

far away.And further away by a pounding waterfall,a frog with
recessed ears has a shortened path between eardrums and memory.

He hears chimes, bells, a Song Dynasty and a story of how these
lovers once blotted dry a Chinese honey goose, while shiny,

poppy-red bread hissed on a steamer. He gluts on sweet-peas.
A lover-turned-ultrasonic-frog has no business in a Chinese

song of bread and honey. She ignores the ex-lover-now-frog
interference, jams shut the latch on memory overload, corks

the mother’s farewell wine, proceeds to shine the set of bone
china, tooth-picking dust from underneath delicate handles

and placing cup inside cup, on their side, behind glass.

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