“Ellen Terry as Lady Macbeth” by John Singer Sargent
who would drink
chokecherry wine
among brambles
astringent black
fruit of a vine
scratched by time
she would rather
sip memories
straight from the
cups belladonna
sets out under
shade of the night
deadly smooth
henbane nectar
without taste of
spiteful goodbyes
(originally posted December 2013)
Writer Lynne Sargent
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
very nice.
but, ouchy kinda ending.
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I was going for ouchy
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Beautyfully writen.
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thank you so much
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Truly beautiful poem.
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deeply appreciate that
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well done (says the amateur poet)
…definitely draws me in.
i could ponder: “alas poor chokecherry, fully spited in toxicity except for your fruit..”
Would we rather seek the good in living and endure the pain of life that surrounds us? Or, skip straight to a painless death?
I choose endurance in the goodness of Christ, who sipped from that cup of worldly death.
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I choose the same path, Rick – but can empathize with those poor souls
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Yes. Compassion for others truly runs deep. I join you in your empathy.
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Good imagery. Thanks for visiting my blog this week.
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it was my pleasure
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Sad but beautiful…
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thanks so much, Brenda
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Oh I LOVE this! Must be the mood I’m in, pass the belladonna.
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I understand the mood
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Reblogged this on tot123itsme.
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appreciate the reblog
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i’m not a wine drinker, nonetheless another great poem.
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thank you, chris
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Reblogged this on hocuspocus13.
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I appreciate the reblog
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your welcome
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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I think someone – John Denver possibly – wrote, ‘some say love is holding on, some say letting go.’ Only you say it ten times better.
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Beautiful poem and mikesteeden said it all above!! Great words Mike!
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I can’t recall that lyric, but I like it
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I love it again–ouchy and all.
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that chokecherry will get you every time
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Must be why they call it “choke”cherry.
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Sorry I missed this in 2013. I was still in the “60’s” as a matter of fact… it still has its effect. 🙂
This piece was well crafted and the theme stayed true to interpretation and imagination.
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I spend half my dreams in the 50s & 60s – much appreciated, RK
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The picture is worthy of your poem. Both are rich treats to the senses. I wouldn’t expect Lady Macbeth to come to a happy ending.
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I always thought it curious that Shakespeare had her commit suicide off stage, means and method left to the audience’s imagination
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