Open Orchidae

“But Jana insisted to see this little miracle, this antidote for the mundanity of existence.”

Photo by Arad, Wikipedia. Permission to share by Creative Commons License.

 

For the rest of the short story, you are most welcome to read it here, and leave your lovely (or muddy, if need be) footprints on this blog if you could not leave them over at Fictionaut. Your kindness in leaving feedback will be most appreciated.

The snow blower

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“The snow blower” is a short story that I wrote and submitted to the Ploughshares Emerging Writer’s Contest 2012. Yesterday the winners and runner ups were announced to the submitting authors. My story did not receive a place in this contest. It was, however, an extraordinary experience for me to participate in this contest and I look very much forward to reading the winning entries in the Winter issue of the Ploughshares Literary Magazine. Meanwhile I hope to receive some feedback from other writers and/or readers on my story. I have posted my short story, which is just short of 4 000 words on Fictionaut and it can be read here. If you are not a member of Fictionaut, please be so kind as to leave your comment here (below this blog post). I would appreciate any feedback from the bottom of my heart.

I have read my story again and see things wrong with it, but I am blinded by my own subjectivity, and at the same time I am afraid to ruin it. Criticism is therefore most welcome!

To Zephyrus

Photo: With kind permission from Rod Baxter © 2010. COLOURBLINDKID on Flickr.

 

In a field of barley, I see you,
most temperate of winds,
bringer of summer and all of its rain,
combing the fine and fluent hair,
into surging waves of shimmering silk,
ebbing and flowing, …
ebbing and flowing.

With your venerated breath,
the birds’ tiding songs sung are spread,
from bark walls through foliage verdure,
softly eddying on a ledge,
until broken by a hedge,
where vine looking leaves,
have been nibbled to lace.

Lone poppies, blood orange like fire rose,
know each other’s embrace,
only by the delicate touch
of dainty pollen-coated butterfly legs,
and then they fade, each
petal, into a pale shade of peach.

Whereas barley stands side by side,
rubbing shoulders,
only bearing ears,
when whispers …
are exchanged by a wind,
wafting the sweet balm smell of chamomile,
only as gentle as you,
my sapphire rose,
my belovèd
Zeph-y-rus.

Copyright © Quirina Roode-Gutzmer 2012.

City Sketches (Set II)

Recently, I stumbled upon a poem while I was hanging out at the dVersepoets pub, and when I read it, I needed to read it aloud, to hear its cadence and to see its intriguing images through hearing the prose.

This poem “City Sketches (Set II)” is written by Robert Mullen and appears on his blog “Golden giraffes riding scarlet flamingos through the desert of forever”. To read this poem alongside the interesting images that Robert has selected, please do visit his blog. You will also find between his poetry, evidence of his obsession with origami.

With his kind permission, I present you with my reading of this interesting and intriguing poem: