I pickled summer
saving shimmered trance
breeze of melt and green.
I added moss rose
musk
our solstice dance,
and heartbeat skips
of moonstone lull.
The jar
(now twisted shut)
bubbles, grins,
anticipates
my needs
on barefoot journey
through winter’s snow
to distant spring.
Jar of Peaches by Claude Monet
A second entry for my own prompt at dVerse, a Quadrille 44 words including jar. I have also tried to use all the other words we have had in the quadrille.
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August 15, 2015
Wow, love the idea of pickled summer in the jar.
You and De are doing so well with all the Quadrille words!!!
Fan.TASTIC.
How very canny , it’ll take you through winter
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You picked a good word, Bjorn! I read your poem earlier and pickles ended up in mine as well. 🙂
wooow. this is such a delightful read. ❤
Sweet summer memories, must be nice to recall during Sweden winter.
Nicely done, Björn
I love the idea behind this poem – the endeavour to preserve something of the summer time for the long winter months ahead.
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Love this one! Pickling summer to open that jar on the coldest days of winter. Especially for folks in Sweden with the everlasting nights. Wonderful! 🙂
That first stanza drips with poetry. I thought the word “moonstone” was going to be “moonshine,” so close to jar and all.
My goodness! this is just dripping with passion and depth ❤
Beautifully done!
Every year (specially when winter starts squeezing my bones) I wish I had “pickled summer”. This is wonderful!
I love the movement in this, in the dance & the heartbeats–thanks for sharing this journey.
I would have loved to see the solstice dance. Love the concept of pickling summer in a jar to sustain us through the cold winter.
luv this yummy bit of fantasy
much love…
Fantabulous!! Might fine work.
All these wonderful things in jars, including summer!
Love the thought of pickling summer, preserving that warmth for wintry days. The inclusion of all of the quadrille words is seamless, like it was meant to be.
I’m making asier; jars everywhere! Love this poem, Bjorn.
Nice poem, Bjorn. We here would like to save some of our winter’s goodies for the hot summers.
The Quadrille sounds like a fun prompt, I have a jar in mind. Now if I can find the time.
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I love the idea of pickling summer just like we preserve all those good vegetables. Love your words!
I’d like to pickle some summer and then open the jar on a cold winter day to feel the joy of summer.
Oh, if only we could pickle Summer. This is such a beautiful celebration of a season.
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Bottle sunshine, I like it.
You nailed the essence of preserving the fullness of summer. We attempt that with poems, don’t we?
Oh we do… yes we do… maybe like Potemkin Villages, but if it makes us smile… why not
I like all the sensual detail.
Ah sweet. k.
“I pickled summer…” Bjorn, I just love you, I do. That first stanza seems like a handful of words that come to one just out of the dream state. My husband, Lex, just listened to me read this aloud, and he said, “Pickling summer, capturing it in a jar to nibble at during winter. What a cool idea!” High praise indeed!! Love, Amy
Oh you make me happy that my idea went through… 🙂
What a neat thought, putting summer in a jar! Now that distant fall is calling I’d like to keep some of this summer and jar it too.
What a wonderful notion, made even better by your lovely words.
Oh MAN, I need to pickle summer TODAY!
This is very cool. I love the idea of pickling summer – as I grew up in a house where, my mother tried to do just that … well, pickles, beets, beans and cabbages, at any rate. Pickling does create an odd, off-putting smell. (I remember my parents were making sauerkraut the day my husband came to pick me up for our first date.- pew-yew – I thought that was the last I’d see of him: hence the grinning, bubbling jar, hit a humorous cord with me – a test of endurance, perhaps.)
Your words never fail to speak to my heart.