— the wisteria vine like a weight-lifter’s bicep
— young mulberries ready to swell and blacken like a punch in the eye
— beaches clean and inclined like a young girl’s calf
— cylindrical waves as empty as a cupboard
— the horizon like an inverted ashtray
— 4 cranes on a building site tuned like harps
— city noise like a smack on the nose
— diesel fumes thick as frying onions
— a frangipani blossom like an egg custard
— a gymea lily like a penis on the first night: red unruly and swollen with intent
— clover flowers like tea-cozies
— the mosquito merciless as a line…
— cloud building up like hypoglycaemia
— & the sun breaking through like we should be pleased or what ?
Image: Doryanthes excelsa (Gymea lily) by Ferdinand Bauer (1760–1826) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. A gymea lily is a flowering plant endemic to coastal areas near Sydney. It has sword-like leaves more than 1 metre (3 ft) long and it grows a flower spike up to 6 metres (20 ft) high. The apex of the spike bears a large cluster of bright red flowers, each 10 centimetres (4 in) across.
I like what you have written!! So simple, so good, so much to like!!
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Thank you, glad you liked it.
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Yes, a wildly fragrant contribution to the challenge, thank you … The list is florid with what comes after resistance, or as Stevens writes elsewhere in his poem, finding “uncertain particles / Of the certain solid …” Hanging around long enough in observation to find the second room beyond the obvious: what more densely humid fragrances are found there! Loved it.
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Thanks so much Brendan, glad you enjoyed.
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Resistance can come from looking at something for too long. Love this, Peter.
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Thanks so much. Spring here is so seductive, it’s hard to resist anything 🙂
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Lots of lovely stuff here Peter – my fave: “beaches as clean as a young girl’s calf…”which s fantastic – but pretty much every line here is fresh, punchy and sings well. I will certainly be back to see what else you come up with next…
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Glad you liked it Scott. Thanks
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An interesting exercise in flexing poetic muscles.
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Interesting similes – including sex, violence and frying onions.
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Yep, that’s Spring in Sydney 🙂
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Breathtaking “young mulberries ready to swell and blacken like a punch in the eye/ beaches as clean as a young girl’s calf”
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“noise like a fist to the nose”…I sooooo agree with this.
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I like your comparison of mulberries to a punch in the eye.
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Thanks Frank – it kind of fits for this poem 🙂
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” a gymea lily like a penis on the first night: red, unruly and swollen with intent” what a line…all your similes pack a punch..good work
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Thank you. Glad you liked it.
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These are such original images! Each one is a surprise. If that’s resistance, it’s worth it.
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Thanks a lot Jane – Spring (in Sydney) can get pretty seductive.
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Sounds it 🙂
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Oh I enjoyed this so much. Each simile was so unique, making me excited for the next!
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Thanks Mish, it was a fun write.
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I love repetition. This builds and connects itself well. (K)
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I do like the original similes… of course most the one on the gymea lily… I can see the possibility of reusing them in other poems.
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Similes like a cloud of scatter shot, each one like a laser to etch a smile. Oh how every guy feels like he has a gymea. This was very fun Frank.
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