Another Royal French Canadian Boîte à savon performance

30 Sep

The Bended Black Steel Arbor And The Morning Glory’s Vows [The Legend Of The Black Knight, from the Pine Cone Diaries]

    “Oh, bended steel arbor, planted firmly in the ground… father of the black knight. You have stood staunch through frost and snow until, in soft ground, I am able to rise upon you —and grow. With spring rain into summer sunshine you courted me becoming my first and only love; supporting me to stretch, to trust my wanderings, betting on me to win, lose, or draw.

    I will crawl up your season’s steel arbor. I will rise above your bended arch. I will cover you with the cloak of my groping summer hearts.

    With vines entwined, we will drink the sun— and hide to spoon beneath the moon; until I rise, unable to stand, so drunk from this climb, you will let me gently fall; bending to blossom our true desires. They will be bright sky blue, reflecting the sea; with a sprinkling darkness of the sky before the rain. And, every morning from their center’s light, they will release —the captured vanilla moon.

    They will stand staunch with the colors you expect in a parade. They will be a delightful explosion of blue and vanilla moon surprises. One maybe two— maybe some— sometimes maybe none, depending on the bees and the hummingbirds and how we are groomed. I will promise the birth of our black knight, in our season’s last bloom; expelling the sun for our love to take flight, fleeing from winter’s moon”.

 Bended black steel arbor planted firmly in the ground, pleasantly listening to a dream, streaming by, of an upcoming meeting and the exchange; now, of his vows. He begins to rehearse again, as he has in all three seasons. When suddenly— she peers from the earth— arrives with blinking, sun sparkled green eyes.

Well! Without hesitation, the bended black steel arbor, planted firmly in the ground, breaks out in his sincere well-rehearsed vows.

“Oh, love of love in my gloom and despair,

My patience is resilient as thou art fair.


Cast my season’s dis-pleasures in late summer air.

You arrive before fall, in regal fashion flair;

Paling all colors, that frost will peak and fade.

I have stood tall waiting and staunch.

Stretch and climb onto me. No time to yawn!

Awaken into your destined place. Embrace me,

Climb onto me, for the delivery

 Of our love’s, sweet morning glories.


Oh, love of love in my gloom and despair,

My patience is resilient as thou art fair.”

photos: Arbor: ZQ   MGz: by Zeezee Ceecee


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17 responses to “Another Royal French Canadian Boîte à savon performance

  1. thotpurge

    October 2, 2017 at 10:14 pm

    It is a nice world where steel arbors and vines talk and mate and make beautiful flowers! Loved it!


  2. annell4

    October 2, 2017 at 10:48 am

    I was unable to get into your “space”, but enjoyed many of your lines. The pics were beautiful, too.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Gillena Cox

    October 2, 2017 at 7:29 am

    There is so much sweet passion in this piece, I clung to your words with delight. Thank you for linking the The Sunday Standard

    much love…

    Liked by 1 person

  4. colleen redman

    October 1, 2017 at 11:08 pm

    I love “no time to yawn!” I’ve been admiring these beauties as well. So carefree.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Truedessa

    October 1, 2017 at 10:17 pm

    This poem just makes my head swoon, so many glorious lines.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Donna@LivingFromHappiness

    October 1, 2017 at 7:45 pm

    Oh we must be resilient and patient as we wait for the sweet blooms of life….and morning glories which seem to take forever to bloom….but oh when they do what a sight. This was wonderful!

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Myrna Rosa

    October 1, 2017 at 5:37 pm

    What a delightful read. I like the idea of a patient resilience. The pictures are beautiful too.

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Jamztoma

    October 1, 2017 at 4:11 pm

    ZQ, you wrote your piece with such ease and longing that I wish I could drink the vanilla blue of the flowers in your photos. Wonderful write!

    Liked by 1 person

  9. Mary

    October 1, 2017 at 3:21 pm

    Oh that patience is always resilient!!

    Liked by 1 person

  10. Magaly Guerrero

    October 1, 2017 at 3:05 pm

    My patience has never even heard of resilience *sigh*.

    Liked by 1 person

  11. Sanaa Rizvi (@rizvi_sanaa)

    October 1, 2017 at 1:02 pm

    ‘And, every morning from their center’s light, they will release —the captured vanilla moon’… this is absolutely exquisite!❤️


  12. Beverly Crawford

    October 1, 2017 at 12:38 pm

    Your morning glory photos took me on a trip down memory lane. I remember them still, kissed with morning dew and opening to the sun, at my grandparents home long ago. Thank you!

    Liked by 1 person

  13. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    October 1, 2017 at 11:55 am

    I think resilience is what we should learn from the vines… divine.

    Liked by 1 person

  14. Sherry Blue Sky

    October 1, 2017 at 11:52 am

    How I love that vanilla moon! And how timely, love arriving in a time of gloom. I am hoping you are safely back home from Florida now? I love the beautiful morning glories…….they are well named.

    Liked by 1 person

  15. magicalmysticalteacher

    October 1, 2017 at 11:09 am

    Resilient patience is needed in trying circumstances.

    Liked by 1 person

  16. ZQ

    September 30, 2017 at 6:10 pm

    Thank you ZeeZee CeeCee


  17. zzatara

    September 30, 2017 at 5:27 pm

    Mercy. Merci. Mercy. Merci.

    Hugs. G



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