vintage carts rumble across cobblestones
wooden wheels grind and crunch clay
their gritty sound grating to the ears
this market place bustles with vendors
announcing the fares in chorded chants
Cambridge town fish mongers cry out
"BLUE CRABS FOR SALE!
jimmies and females fresh from the docks!
sea bass and bay oysters, salty and juicy!
gather round, gather round, over here!
get your pick before they're gone!"
baskets of tomatoes firm and bloody red
rivaling a squeezed blush on a maiden's cheeks
cobs of corn,full firm and sweet
silk fine yellow with pink ends
farmer's crops line this market street
peddler and buyer alike engaged in
the steps of a brokered dance
wills and wants eventually meet
as compromise has found a way out of defeat
when the money is right they'll make the swap
empty buyer's pockets for empty
monger and farmer's carts
a market's pulse fills the morning air
with men parting in the grace of the barter
Thanks for sharing!
Love,
ET
peace and love, Carole~
Be always safe,
Karen
Regis
Blessings and Love - Micke
A wonderful assault on my senses, I touch, see, hear, smell everything in this bustling world, a celebration of doing and being;
excellent imagery throughout, the image that really takes me:
baskets of tomatoes firm and bloody red
rivaling a squeezed blush on a maiden's cheeks...
so evocative, sensual and romantic.
This is very fine indeed.
John
Ron
Wonderful painting of poetry! Blessings! Jasmin Horst
this early marketplace by your exciting word pictures. I
love your "tomatoes firm and bloody red rivaling a squeezed
blush on a maiden's cheeks" and of course the fish monger's
cry, "BLUE CRABS FOR SALE!" Ah, to have been there. -gene.
Loved the imagery in this poem, I felt I was there. EXCELLENT!
Many blessings,
~Linda
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. ;D
Blessings,
Christine