Dance me open
twist your bubble ’round
our shimmered grins,
spill me spells.
Breeze me roses,
green perfume of
leaves untouched.
Bring with lull
of ocean journeys
undulations melted,
skip of hearts.
But when we’re old
let’s open jars, sustain
ourselves on
bottled memories.
Bottles And Knife by Juan Gris
A second Quadrille for Victoria at dVerse.
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September 13, 2016
Björn Rudbergs writings 
The memory of scents are so powerful. Your poem, in each stanza, reveals the progression of bottles opened and then the end, to travel back to the beginning by opening jars. Very moving.
“spill me spells” — oh, YES. Perfect.
Lovely and a little sad, Bjorn. And it reinforces the important of making those memories now, so we will have something to open later!
I especially like the part about being sustained by “bottled memories”. Lovely, Bjorn.
“Breeze me roses,
green perfume of
leaves untouched.”…love this…
This is heartening–the exuberance that slowly develops as it ages into the joys of memories revisited. Of course, that final stanza wrapped it up nicely for me.
I really love that title—the idea that a person is closed-off until being led to dance.
These are my favorites:
“spill me spells”
“Breeze me roses”
I like this poem very much.
Another lovely Quadrille! Such fantastic play with words! Love it!
this is heartmelting. spill me spells. geez. ❤
Opening up to the scents of life…dance me open a sense of freedom as one is whirled around.
Breeze me roses,
green perfume of
leaves untouched.
Lovely images! 😀
I like the idea of opening up jars of bottled memories.
I think I’m in the bottled memories phase. 😉
Mm I love this one.
bottled memories – the essense unleashed, perhaps. A very clever and nuanced close on this piece.
I like the light-heartedness with underlying seriousness.
I love your dancing words, and the coming back to sweet memories. Lovely stuff.