posted on May 5, 2012 at 6:27 pm

ardent nymphaea

i came home my honey made me figs poached in honey

seaflowers pressed in white parchment

crisp white bread and crimson wine

a goblet of green glass i slosh it down thirsty

my hand stretched towards the table laid in damask

the plates and the urns turned in red earth

the nymph dressed in black fishing net against these cream walls

as year one begins an albino snake is born

its red eyes in winter as we sit before her fire

two of her creatures collected together

but the wine makes me warm so deep inside

then afterwards

everything we tried

as year two begins her goat has twin kids

we will call them helen and paris she said with a laugh

on hot summer nights we lay on the soft mossy rocks

when a huge full moon enslaved all the sky

one day she killed paris the kid

and then her face she hid

as year three begins her elemental maids bathe me in her magnesium baths

they have not touched a man for eons she said

and they laughed as they scrubbed the brine from my back

at night i watched the sea

as she called for me

as year four begins there falls some lovely mist

and everything just appears from it as if new

i catch a silver fish

and lo inside there is a golden trojan coin

i do not like this at all she said

but i something about it soothed my head

as year five begins we see a ship a hundred leagues away

we see it in her magic pool where we can see anything

but i cannot look for long

and the cold is early this year

i must talk in my sleep

beyond us amphitrite listens in the deep

as year six begins she puts me through a little ceremony

i am crowned in gold leaf dandelion and i dress in my white cloth

i say something in a language unknown yet familiar

and she smiles

now maybe you can always remain 

the music will begin

and i fall right in….

the seventh year is here

 

 

 

31 Responses to “figs in honey”

  1. avatar
    Chris | 5 May 2012 at 6:46 pm #

    the real thing sk

  2. avatar
    colette | 5 May 2012 at 6:56 pm #

    sweet fantasies ameliorating past present and future

  3. avatar
    princey | 5 May 2012 at 8:20 pm #

    A certain song springs to mind…yet another gem!

  4. avatar
    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 5 May 2012 at 10:30 pm #

    In a whole different universe than all the rest…

    This may be your finest hour….and we share this along with you…

    Thank You !!!

    Daz

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    Chris | 5 May 2012 at 10:31 pm #

    Hand

    I sat
    looking
    at my hand
    when I was
    ten.
    “In 40 years
    this hand
    will be old
    and wrinkled.”
    I’m fifty…
    This hand
    Has grasped
    And fed
    And loved
    And shaped
    And blessed
    And painted
    And written
    And betrayed
    And saved
    And held
    And waved
    And buried
    And fished
    And caught
    And rowed
    And lifted
    And joined me
    To a beautiful world
    Of light
    And joy
    And suffering…

  6. avatar
    Once | 5 May 2012 at 11:41 pm #

    Romance, SK style…and the photo is perfection…

    Long may u 2 b.

  7. avatar
    Ross Cooper | 6 May 2012 at 12:38 am #

    Homeric! (Odyssian, even).

  8. avatar
    Boriah | 6 May 2012 at 8:00 am #

    Watch your back!

    Greetings from the rod of a bar, surrounded by two milfs….

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      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 6 May 2012 at 1:45 pm #

      Hey B-
      I read today that Spains unemployment is rising and it is nearly 25% for 18-25 year olds….that’s just crazy-
      anything you can share from the heart, from inside the border , to help make any sense of what’s happening ??? I know that many Euro countries are struggling mightily and word is that our upcoming election in 6 months will effect the joint future that we all share. Political Media is starting to whisper that Obama needs some good news or basically anything from overseas or he’s gonna have to defend his administrations policies on foreign economic affairs and have a fight on his hands in his bid for re-election.
      It’s a enormous round globe, yet we all remain closer together than anyone can really imagine.
      I like your candor and I’d like to hear some hope if you have any to share. I can’t thrash and bash my country anymore because I have to much at stake with a son in school to become a Early Childhood educator and a daughter who is only 4 and needs our country to get on track soon. So I just wake each day and try to sleep each night hoping for a better tomorrow for all of our children. And from reading the great insight of this community and SK who is proudly raising his angels, we all need to ….???
      Hell, we really need to all do something soon …

      Daz

      • avatar
        Boriah | 7 May 2012 at 4:25 am #

        Hello Daz, well, I dont know if this is the place to discuss these kind of things. They´re very interesting for sure but Kilbo doesnt like this blog to be a discussion forum about things not related to the contents of his writings (or so he said). So why dont you send me an e-mail?
        I´d tell you that is not about right or left anymore. I feel now, more than ever, that I am a citizen, and I´ll only vote the party that is not going to fuck with my economic stability, etc. Although I think this is all a big imposture, and I miss the spirit of the Bastille day. Politicias and banks are all a bunch of corrupted motherfuckers. We need a global change.

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          BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 7 May 2012 at 5:47 am #

          Agreed !!!

          Daz

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    Anonymous | 6 May 2012 at 1:00 pm #

    and next presents? thereafter: a bushel of the reddest tomatoes brought back from a day tripping into Manran – smiling children w/brownest hands offered up this bounty to them along with the most fragrant golden orange powder tied in a cloth to the side; giving them what will become eight (in exchange for Helen -now gets to live happy and forever high in the mountains, with other kids!)

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    Once | 6 May 2012 at 4:33 pm #

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tV8ohkRGPaA&ob=av2e

    LOL. Sorry. I kinda like this tune – she’s like a female Marty…

  11. avatar
    Richie Carey | 6 May 2012 at 5:06 pm #

    The 7th year is here? Careful Steve don’t scratch that “Itch”.

  12. avatar
    hippy | 6 May 2012 at 5:37 pm #

    Who’s the lurking lady?

  13. avatar
    andy | 6 May 2012 at 5:55 pm #

    love this steve,
    very romantic!
    nice pic too……
    is that sam back on the other side of the lens?

  14. avatar
    Steven Krut | 7 May 2012 at 5:27 am #

    I dated a sea nymph in college. It was a stormy relationship. Our closeness ebbed and flowed with the tides. Her kisses were salty, the briny aftertaste haunting my carnal fantasies when we were apart. Passion crashed upon us in tumultuous waves of desperate desire only to drain away to placid caresses of soothing tenderness. We’d hold hands on the beach as dolphins danced before us. Slowly, though, the sands shifted beneath our love. The moon altered in its orbit and we drifted apart on diverging currents of misunderstanding. In the end she left me for a marine biologist from Norfolk. I was crushed. My mother, however, was quite happy about it. She never approved of me dating outside of my own species.

  15. avatar
    Steven Krut | 7 May 2012 at 5:31 am #

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHwtjXXVC14&feature=related

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 May 2012 at 5:11 pm #

    Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. ~Thomas Gray

  17. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 May 2012 at 5:12 pm #

    A poet must leave traces of his passage, not proof. ~Rene Char

  18. avatar
    Linjo | 7 May 2012 at 8:40 pm #

    Dear Steve, thank you for the beautiful pics and words of late. As you are my my most revered wordsmith, please tell me how to answer the following questions from my girl’s Year 5 homework. Add a suffix or prefix to the following words: blew, knew, screw, threw? are they fucking kidding or have I missed something? Linda x

  19. avatar
    hellbound heart | 7 May 2012 at 8:48 pm #

    you belong with the gods……
    <3

  20. avatar
    Once | 8 May 2012 at 8:13 am #

    THUNDERSHIRT

    Can’t live this way
    I heard you say
    Can’t take anymore
    I’m a whore on the floor
    And in retrospect
    I might have had respect
    For myself
    For something that was meant to be
    But
    With hindsight I’m blind
    I’m no different from anyone else
    When it comes to compassion
    I’m in fashion and I
    Will break boundaries
    However
    There’s never
    And it’s always hovering over me
    Can’t live this way
    Just one more day
    One chance to make it or break it alone
    And I’m circumspect
    And I might regret
    Telling the truth
    But it’s all that I own.

  21. avatar
    Once | 8 May 2012 at 9:10 am #

    The sparkling fireworks
    Have dripped from the sky
    Party is over, now.
    I’m a lost clown,
    Makeup smeared
    Looking for a rest room.
    Don’t do this to me.
    Don’t do this to me.
    Ah, but they do.
    The small cat wails for freedom
    My heart breaks
    There’s nothing left,
    Where’s my lighter, my keys?
    Is this what it comes down to?
    A drunk awake on the steps of the morning?
    Dehydrated flake of my mind
    The sun holds no promise for the addicted.
    Another day of hell.
    Or submission, and that is worse
    ((winks))
    Lord, do your worst upon me
    As I have fallen and need the above
    Lord, take me up to be
    With you
    In love.
    Ah, Christ – don’t we all just wanna be held by Mum again??
    Really???

  22. avatar
    Linjo | 8 May 2012 at 12:31 pm #

    Donna hang in there xxx

    • avatar
      Once | 9 May 2012 at 10:11 am #

      Thanks, Linjo. I sense a major breakthrough. Just gotta get past Mother’s Day…

      ((And these brilliant SK poems provide HUGE inspiration – to write is to live!!))

      😉

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        Linjo | 9 May 2012 at 2:51 pm #

        The sun certainly holds no promise for the addicted. I can relate to your ‘hell’. Why we would ever ‘pick up’ again is beyond me. One day at a time girl. Life is so wonderful without booze! (thanks Steve x) Linda

  23. avatar
    Chris | 23 May 2012 at 11:47 pm #

    I walked into a classy metalic bookshop today and said, ‘Do you have a poetry section?’ He said no. I said..’Oh well…I suppose there is no money in poetry…but then…there’s no poetry in money, is there?’ He looked at me as if I were mad…..

  24. avatar
    Chris | 24 May 2012 at 8:10 pm #

    Keep re-reading this one, Steve…beautiful. You’re right…women are the crown of creation. It scares me the way when you meet aphrodites you lose the power of speech.


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