Friday, 23 October 2009

THE MUSTARD PURSE



Here's a poem written by my American friend, poet and artist Marcella Brown. I'm off to Sligo to see the lovely Martha and while deciding what bag to bring, I remembered this poem which Marcella sent me recently. That's my bag! Yay!

THE MUSTARD PURSE

I wonder how it feels
to be a mustard purse,
to hold the secrets precious to a woman.
The color makes me quiver
from the inner sanctum of my eye.
I have to touch this mustard purse
just to hold its grassy hue.

I'd like to be a mustard purse
so I could be caressed and held,
hung and slung,
opened and undone,
guarding coins and pens and books,
stashing buried notes
...and poet's quotes.

3 comments:

Kar said...

fantastic poem! very visual even without the image. I want to touch the mustard purse! Love it!

fab looking 'purse' too, have a great time with Martha
x

minniebeaniste said...

Hope you're having a great time, Nuala. Love the poem and the bag (that beautifully soft, squashy leather in a warm, ochre-y shade ... well chosen!).
Enjoying your blog. Thank you! Slan, Minnie x.

WOMEN RULE WRITER said...

Marcy is an artist too - hence the visual quality, Kar.

Minnie - thank you. We had a lovely time though it was stormy. It ALWAYS rains when we go to Sligo!