At dawn,
love’s unripe berries glimmer a brilliant white
the kind of color
that feels as though promises were made
in favour of it.
Dreaming only of you
I stretch out and sense using fingertips,
I await sweet nectar
and blood-red allegiance to sip.
Photo credits: Pinterest
Posted for “Quadrille #74″ @ dVerse Pub
& on the Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads
62 Responses
wow sanaa. wow.
that last line really… um…
>wipes brow<
wow!
Thank you so much, Eric 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
A lovely cocktail of the senses in this one.
Thank you so much, Jane 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
The sight of life’s fruit through the snow. The whiteness of snow, is that whirl of all colors.
__ This, a humble haiku from long ago, I leave here, as I complement your fine verse. (sight / night) _m
ice filled night
stars seed a thought of flowers
the green
Thank you so much, Magyar 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Great poem… Mulberries and sweet nectar… did I hear a double meaning coming through??
Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Dwight ❤️
very sensual and i love the photo you chose to go with it
Thank you so much, Jade 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Sensual and sweet, yet classy as metaphor. Fruit analogies for coitus are plentiful, but yours is tastier than most. And, yes, your last line is killer.
Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Love the promise of that sweet sip!
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Anticipation is half the fun!
Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Beverly ❤️
You really took off from the prompt word and came up with something delicious!
Thank you so much, L. Stevens 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Beautiful, Sanaa! This line is stellar to me…”the kind of color
that feels as though promises were made”.
Thank you so much, Michelle 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Thi is so engaging Sanaa, and the picture is gorgeous, wonderful, 🙂
Thank you so much, Rob 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Sweet and juicy, Sanaa, and the photo is delicious too.
Thank you so much, Lynn 😀 so good to see you ❤️
I love the change from the unripe berries that ‘glimmer a brilliant white’, pure and virginal, to the ‘blood-red allegiance’, Sanaa, and the idea of a colour that ‘feels as though promises were made’. A very sensual quadrille, especially ‘stretch out and sense using fingertips’!
Awwww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️
Sweet; it glazes the tip of the tongue with nectar.
Thank you so much, Brendan 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
What a delightful and sensuous poem Sanaa! Your poetry certainly has a huge and entertaining repertoire. I loved it.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
blood red allegiance… nicely said!
Thank you so much, Rajani 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Vivid metaphor of evolving passion.
Thank you so much, Rommy 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
I like the thought of the white color of those unripe raspberries being a kind of promise that is made.
Thank you so much, Frank 😀 so good to see you ❤️
This took me back to my childhood and mulberry trees of my playgrounds. I had forgotten that the unripe ones are white.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
“…love’s unripe berries…” So, so lovely!
Thank you so much, Sarah 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Ooh, how you play with colors through the motif of the berries is enchanting. So much said, so much unsaid! The finer details are well captured and the senses awakened through this reverie/experience. Wonderfully done, Sanaa!
Awwww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Anmol 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️
Oh the sweet temptation… to be like a bee… such sweetness
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so good to see you ❤️
A ripe and juicy experience!
Thank you so much, Timoteo 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Sipping Love
Reaching
Sipping Love…
Sipping Love Reaching….
Always
Sipping
Always Drinking Never Reaching….
Sipping…
Love…… Lives… Reaching.. Sipping Love…… Lives
Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Katiemia ❤️
Beautiful image and beautiful poem!!
Thank you so much, Annell 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Wow! Wish you could see my response to this. Absolutely beautiful!
Pat
Thank you so much, Pat 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
In deed, somethings are best left on the vine to redden and swell. Great work, Lady!
Thank you so much, Isadora 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
This is beautiful! I grew up with mulberry trees. I couldn’t wait until they were ripe enough to eat.
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
luxurious, Sanaa ~
Thank you so much, Michael 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
luscious and sensuous! Wonderful!
Thank you so much, Frank 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
I love the sensuousness of this juicy poem.
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️