Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Garden Bloggers' Muse Day--September 2009

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The aubergine libertine in his green limousine

A libertine's green limousine was lately seen in Saint Vereen. The libertine wore aubergine. In Saint Vereen they're not so keen on aubergine. The party scene in Saint Vereen is all crepe-de-chine and gabardine, beauty queens and Charlie Sheen. The libertine in aubergine moves between these beauty queens: his feet careen from scene to scene, taking in the magazines, the tall Marines, the jumping beans, the snarling face of Charlie Sheen. The libertine leaves Saint-Vereen. Saint Vereen is not his scene. He likes a scene that's more serene.

Vals-en-Deen is just that scene. He sights the sheen of Vals-en-Deen. Its woods are green: are tourmaline. With carabine, he'll hunt that green, the libertine in aubergine. The birds that preen in Vals-en-Deen are not quite serene when there's been seen in their woodsy green the libertine in aubergine. His carabine for them spells "fin". But when libertines in limousines leave Vals-en-Deen for Saint Vereen, those birds that preen are quite serene.

Although the birds may vent their spleen, the libertine in aubergine suffers only improved mien when Vals-en-Deen is dimly seen from the dark windscreen of his limousine. Then, our heroic libertine, free at last of Charlie Sheen, of magazines, of beauty queens, of crepe-de-chine and gabardine, bounces like a jumping bean, a jumping bean on too much caffeine, decked out in cloth of aubergine.

--Maureen Thorson, Aubergine (Ed. Josh Corey 2004)

This poem was part of a meme that went around the Internet back in 2004. The challenge, thrown down by Corey, was to end a poem with the word "aubergine".

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21 comments:

nancybond said...

Very clever. :) And an intriguing photo!

Curmudgeon said...

Thanks Nancy! The poem is vrey fun when read aloud. The eggplants on our patio are just spectacular right now so I went looking for an ode to aubergine and found Thorson's poem.

GardenJoy4Me said...

OK Wenches .. I have to have a glass of wine .. a little fire to roast marshmallows with ... then I will stand up and read that out loud .. that is the only way I will do it girls ;-)
I love that picture !! I can just see it blown up with double matting in a really great frame for kitchen art : )

Mary Delle said...

What a great poem. So cleverly written. I've not grown an eggplant in a while, but recall the days when I did. Looks like you painted the one in your photo.

A Cuban In London said...

Just came back from my holidays in Spain and it's nice to see that the good quality in writing is the same if not better.

Greetings from London.

Curmudgeon said...

Hi GardenJoy! You definitely have to try it out loud! It's quite funny.

Greetings Mary. The dark one in the backround is 'Nadia' and the one in the foreground in 'Little Purple Tiger'. 'Nadia' was very difficult to capture--so dark and then that streak of sheen. 'Little Purple Tiger' was much more cooperative and photogenic.

Greetings Cuban! Welcome back from holiday.

Charlotte said...

Well done! A great post.

Curmudgeon said...

Thanks for stopping by, or should I say galloping by, Charlotte. ;-)

wiseacre said...

A bit too much for my tongue to handle but don't worry the poem is still reverberating in my head :)

theurbanfieldguide said...

Wow! Speechless!

Shady Gardener said...

How funny! I have to ask... where did the original end and where did you "pick up?"

Daffodil Planter said...

Very clever indeed! But now I'll be thinking of Charlie Sheen when I cook an eggplant....

JGH said...

My drama teacher would always give us poems like this to practice our diction. I sure wish I was still in touch with her so that I could share this one! It's brilliant. And the eggplant is pretty too.

Carolyn gail said...

A real exercise for the tongue and a lot of fun as well, WWW. Thanks so much for joining GBMD.

Commonweeder said...

Fabulous poem! I loved it. Someone was a good rhymer. Once I was talking to someone who was also a good rhymer and she said it was a sign of mental disease, but I don't subscribe to that theory. Beautiful aubergine photo, too.

our friend Ben said...

Classic, Wenches! You made my day! Perhaps I'll recite this to my eggplants while I'm, ahem, preparing them for supper... gulp...

Autumn Belle said...

I like this picture. I never expected that a poem with an aubergine. How uniquely creative.

flowergardengirl said...

You guys are clever and congrats on your win at blotanical.

Muddy Boot Dreams said...

Congrats on your Blotanical win. A very well deserved win.

Jen

Tatyana@MySecretGarden said...

Congratulations on your award! All the best to you, your garden and your blog!

Kylee from Our Little Acre said...

Just popping over to say congratulations on your Blotanical win! :-)