Uncaged Ready Depths

The imaginary garden feeds on reality’s rules—can’t dos and coffee for breakfast, skyclad dancing in a sweet pea patch and pineapple for lunch, three mind blushing whispers for dinner, nibbles and giggles and thirteen extra kisses for supper (since elevenses were skipped). Snack time is hammers and sugar skulls. Exquisite… but gentle! Living is a fragile thing—it can hurt, break, turn sweetest slumber to death.

While sleeping, a heart grows taller than truth and big eyes bloom into the world.

Out of her wild dream,
purple dust from red poppies
uncaged ready depths…
filling books with opiumed
tales, to be read till the end.

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the (not so) wee notes…
Elevenses: if the nerdiness is strong with you, it is probable that (like moi) you learned of the elevenses through The Lord of the Rings. But guess what I found out while questing the Dark Lands of Google? Elevenses is a real thing in many places around the world. It involves foods like tea and biscuits, coffee and crackers… But “during the first decades of the 19th century [in the USA], elevenses consisted of drinking whiskey.” And here I was, thinking only Hobbits had iron hard stomachs.
– I almost titled this poem “Kubla Khan Gone Wicked for Alice” *cough… cough*.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads and to Poets United.

by Robert Draves (@draves.robert)

79 thoughts on “Uncaged Ready Depths

  1. Lovely. I learned about elevenses from Winnie the Pooh. In fact, Winnie taught me many things that have served me well over my lifetime.

  2. I knew you would dive into that plush red homage to the heart. Your three stanzas are a delightful disguise, like dressing up — prose to heart-beating sentence to verse plunge and drowse. My three stanzas are four; no rules here in the wild! Great challenge Magaly, will love to see what leaps from Erce’s lap.

  3. Wow – this is one incredible wild ride!
    I love the fresh and really comfortable friendly chatty feel of the first stanza – it takes the every day and spins it with just a hint of flirty playfulness and this phrase – skyclad dancing in a sweet pea patch – yowza! speaks to a more inner need to release and just breathe – and then tumbling into the second stanza is just like a subconscious dream revealing an absolute Truth – long forgotten – and then ending it all? It just totally rocks – it really does. I could rave on and on – so moving – this piece – all of it – and how each stanza works independently of the others but all together combine for one amazing work!

  4. Delicious post! It makes me want to jump into your world and visit! Dancing in a sweet pea patch, hammers and sugar skulls, whispers and kisses, oh my!

  5. My goodness this is good!!❤️ Love “three mind blushing whispers for dinner, nibbles and giggles and thirteen extra kisses for supper.” Beautifully executed!❤️

  6. Out of her wild dream,
    purple dust from red poppies
    uncaged ready depths…

    How sensuously expelled to the ordinary and not so innocent minds of the general populace. Brilliant shot Magaly!

    Hank

  7. I know about “Elevenses” through the Paddington Bear English children’s books by Michael Bond. Paddington always carried a marmalade sandwich in his suitcase so he was prepared for elevenses wherever he might be. He often had elevenses with his friend Mr. Gruber at the Portobello Road antiques shop. It was so cosy and quaint. ^_^ I don’t know whether Paddington is that well known in the US.

    I love your poppy imagery. You actually had me thinking of the deadly poppy field in Oz.

  8. Super interesting– books are definitely a means to survival. Thanks for that thought, and the elevenses – (and I may have a biscuit right now!) and the prompt in general. Wonderful energy. k.

  9. Elevenses is a British thing – most people over here still stop for a cuppa at eleven every morning. I like ‘can’t dos and coffee for breakfast’ and ‘thirteen extra kisses for supper’, but the favourite thoughts I’ve taken away from this, Magaly, are:
    ‘While sleeping, a heart grows taller than truth and big eyes bloom into the world’
    and
    ‘filling books with opiumed
    tales, to be read till the end’.

  10. Of course Elevenses are real…and most important here in the biggest of the Shires! Mine consists of a beverage*any beverage* and a sweet snack such as Chocolate biscuits. CWS

  11. What fools we would be not to beguiled by natures allure whether it be flowers waving at us in the garden or the eyes of your lover not taking them off you for one moment.

  12. I love your opening line – we need that for the real toads! (A fantastic quote from an in house poet)

    Each section of your piece invites the imagination to explore and find new wonders.. especially the opium of books. I so enjoyed every bit of it.

  13. Delightful as always, Magaly–Living is indeed fragile, however hardy wild and natural we may think we are–I especially like “…While sleeping, a heart grows taller than truth…” So much in that. Thanks for the poem and the challenge both, a gift from your ever-blooming heart to us all.

  14. “While sleeping, a heart grows taller than truth and big eyes bloom into the world.” I like thinking that my hearty grows in my sleep and that the dreams that come open my eyes wider to wonder. There was so much to love about this piece!

  15. Such a delight to return and find this wonderful poem!

    Oh what fabulous images you conjured for me Magaly….
    ‘skyclad dancing in a sweet pea patch and pineapple for lunch’

    and I loved this poignant line….
    ‘Living is a fragile thing—it can hurt, break, turn sweetest slumber to death.’

  16. I liked the surreal feel of this piece. There is so much joy, in spite of (maybe because of) the reminder that some moments need gentle handling.

  17. Food is life … and I loved the enthralling ride you took that ‘necessity-of-life’ on. Very cool and sublimely creative. And – to boot – your notes were an adventure, in their own right … or at least, put my mind in the head space of wanting to set off on one.

  18. Elevenses are a must…as is supper…along with breakfast, dinner (That’d be lunch to those in the South) and Tea ( a meal here in the North, not the drink. That can be taken at all of these times) So now you know. Hats are optional. Madness not 😉

  19. While sleeping, a heart grows taller than truth and big eyes bloom into the world.” Oh my goodness what a beautiful thought. So many dreamy/dreaming type phrases in this poem. You speak to the sensual, the dream, the earthy in this. “nibbles and giggles and thirteen extra kisses for supper” sensual and fun. I learned about elevenses from Winnie the Pooh – who taught me much.

  20. Your muse is heady, Magaly….this was fabulous foodie fun! Must have me some elevenses now that I’ve joined in late for your prompt…thanks 🙂

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