Before I bite your head off,
let me boil your bones with moon –
milk marrow and soft ribs of light
to feed my tenderness.
Did you say the Sea of Tranquility
simmered your stock in trade?
Here – to your lips – a soupçon of truth
blown to cool across that cauldron of dust.
My teeth would carry you lightly,
the way gentle jaws of the Dog Star
carry a rabbit past constellations of dreams,
whimpering home in the night sky.
What’s this, you say? Why cannibals,
when love alone should suffice?
Eat or be eaten this Quarante-tine stew,
forty days and forty nights gnawing the wilderness.
For The Sunday Muse
qbit 
Tasty casserole this, I thought the rabbit looked a bit worried…🙂
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Please don’t eat the rabbit. He’s sooo cute.
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Hahaha!
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LOL!
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Your blather is magnificent Qbit! You had me at boil your bones with moon! We missed you last week!
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Thank you, that is much appreciated.
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I like best the Dog Star stanza. Cool wordplay in this poem.
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Thanks!!
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This is…unexpectedly gentle, as if soup were a hug for the bones within the pot.
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Yes, I tried to balance that, glad it came through.
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It certainly feels like a wilderness. I wouldn’t be surprised to find kettles and shrunken heads strewn in the front lawn. But as the choco bunny with the irritable spouse said, “Don’t bite my head off!” Oopsy, too late.
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What can I say? That rabbit looked, so, y’know, *tasty*…
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memorable line that ‘gnawing the wilderness’ – conjures hunger and the incipient madness of the solitary. Dare one say these too are stellar lines?!
“the way gentle jaws of the Dog Star
carry a rabbit past constellations of dreams,
whimpering home in the night sky.”
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Thank you!!
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I thoroughly enjoy where you ‘go’ with poetry!
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Thanks!!
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carry a rabbit past constellations of dreams, Would that bring luck and make our dreams better ones?
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Ahahaha! Maybe!
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I love it from the beginning…quarantine can’s certainly make beasts of angels
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Ah, thanks!
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I’m waiting for the ” soupçon of truth blown to cool across that cauldron of dust.” ! Enough of this besotted quarantine!
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Yes!
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One of my favorite poems by you qbit.
I sense a feel of surrealism in the height of our quarantine.
The imagery is packed with such delicious flavors. 🙂
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Ahahaha! Yes, thanks!
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You are welcome my friend. 🙂
P.S Hope you stop by my newest post. 🙂
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Hey qbit. Now you’ve got me wondering about those not very Swedish names, you pedant. At first I thought they were all somewhere in Canada, but no, it’s Sweden. There IS a Lars, as I mentioned in my reply to you on site, but yeah…Kevin? I just found out that the original title of “Beartown” is “Bjornstad” which probably wouldn’t have made me ever notice it. So maybe, in translation, they changed the boys’ names? I have posed the question at Goodreads, and if I get an answer I will pass it on.
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Lol! Thanks for not yelling at at me fir missing the point of your most excellent review. I ordered the book. And sure, the translator and the marketing team have some leeway, but Kevin?? Benji?? Would Hans and Ole really been a haircut off US sales?
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I love the descriptive next to last stanza.
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Every bit of this luminous cauldron of galactic brew, I devoured and am asking for more.
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Great. Thanks so much!
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