Diane Hine

Silver Star - 4,143 Points (25 July 1956)

Our New Carpet's The Colour Of... - Poem by Diane Hine

a rainbow slurry, but not the cleaved white of rainbow light; it's
a charcoal and goethite rainbow; a Pleistocene pigment pit;
an ochre shindig greased on a rock ceiling. Bog ore brown say;
possibly snuffsnot. We chose brown so it wouldn't show tea slops.

Nat can't knit without a pattern or play without sheet music
or assemble flat-packed furniture without instructions. She
can cook without a recipe but only to please herself.

Keith ate a kipper. Descaled, gutted, smoked, tinned and masticated,
he thought it was dead. Later when he leant it leapt, still fresh!
He swallowed to quash the herring's dissent. It will swim again.

All winter Cracticus Magpie croons ‘Come September'. Each Spring
he sings his defence as persuasively as Caractacus.
He'd like to split my skull to extract the word which skulks inside.

Topic(s) of this poem: sijo

Comments about Our New Carpet's The Colour Of... by Diane Hine

  • (8/30/2013 2:02:00 AM)

    A trilogy thru the carpet that brought knitting Nat and Kipper loving Keith to life and skull cracking Magpies loved the poem but glad I've got a bamboo floor...they do attract Monkey business Hmmm...regards (Report) Reply

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  • (8/23/2013 9:32:00 PM)

    a defiant sort of a poem. there's no telling what the imagination can come up with. (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (8/20/2013 12:34:00 PM)

    i learnt many new things here...thank you! (Report) Reply

  • Paul Brookes (8/20/2013 4:11:00 AM)

    As always you have a twist like your carpet I love this poem or poems? ? which make me laugh then I have to look some words so educated too up 10/10 BB : O) (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (8/18/2013 9:04:00 AM)

    I am a bit baffled at this teeming of many an inventive images and the lines reflect your erudite observation of things otherwise not coming to one`s mind.
    I think you may give a sub title for the first piece as well Diane...
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  • Lyn Paul (8/14/2013 9:00:00 PM)

    Your intelligence travels through your words as does your humour. You have a very interesting style. Thank you (Report) Reply

  • (8/12/2013 11:49:00 PM)

    Awesome, I'm ready to eat and have sex, but not in that fashion. (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (8/11/2013 8:40:00 AM)

    You always experimenting new things or i never see things like this, whatever it is i would thank to give me lot of taste by reading your diverse style poetry..different flavors! _Soul (Report) Reply

  • (8/10/2013 7:30:00 PM)

    Each separate verse seemingly disparate, but linked by tone and style richly styled and styled with original adjectives, similes and refreshinly inventive language. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (8/10/2013 7:19:00 AM)

    The new carpet, you chose is more of brown tint as it won't show tea slops! That's practical wisdom! The herring, inspite of all atrocities committed against it is still able to swim! That's resurgence! !

    Nat cooking without a recipe, only to please herself! It is innovation! ! The Magpie, splitting your skull to extract the word skulking, ... it is surgery! ! Quite interesting Diana!
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  • Valerie Dohren (8/10/2013 7:03:00 AM)

    Brilliant Diane - yet another poetic form which is new to me. Very clever indeed. (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (8/10/2013 5:04:00 AM)

    A clever use of words make a great poem Diane. (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (8/9/2013 9:00:00 PM)

    good write, thanks, i like it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, June 30, 2014

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