In reverie,
transported by mists of evening,
a pool, jet-black, mirror-still.
On the horizon,
the bark of white-tipped, silver birches
etched on phosphorescent sky.
Only once
in a lifetime, a moment such as this
that could so easily be missed …
So I waited.
Afraid to move, to breathe, break the spell,
till my heart became replete
of clear,
dark water and white-tipped birches.
Whiter still, a fingernail moon – just rising.
Nothing stirred.
Save a pair of mating swans,
slicing through the quietness of it all.
Comments
lenchenelf | February 5, 2009 - 09:04
Quite lovely, you've caught a moment, I felt myself holding my breath with you :-)atb L
Silver Spun Sand | February 5, 2009 - 10:40
atb - I thank you for that. Don't hold yor breath for too long, or I shall start worrying:-)
T x
Bradene | February 5, 2009 - 10:45
Very ethereal,Lovely poem Tina. meant to make ones mind wander. Val x
jennifer | February 5, 2009 - 12:19
Yes, what a wonderfully evoked moment, and funnily enough, the dog and I have just returned from a snowball-fest walk, the river is so still, and nobody was moving, then suddenly the pair of swans flew over, honking, shattering the silence....
So to come in and read this was just perfect! I cannot pick a line I like the most!
J x
artisus | February 5, 2009 - 13:47
I see Dostoevsky's heroine from Poor Folk in the last stanza among other things (slicing through) which is GOOD. I'm in a Mozart mood today. So, this is perfect for me, because it's classical.
Nic xx
threeleafshamrock | February 5, 2009 - 14:24
Beautiful! If you had painted a picture on canvas, it could not have been more perfect. I obviously agree with all the above however, one line stood out for me in terms of imagery:
...'Whiter still, a fingernail moon – just rising'
Perfection is not a million miles away from here! I fancy I see some cherries amongst the birches.
Chris XX
MistakenMagic | February 5, 2009 - 19:22
'dark water and white-tipped birches.
Whiter still, a fingernail moon – just rising.'
You know I love the fingernail moon imagery ;) Such beautiful pictures created!
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | February 6, 2009 - 18:00
Thank you, dear Val. I am pleased your mind took a little wander - which is more than my legs are doing at present as today, we were well and truly snowed in. About a foot (in old money) of snow!! Hope you are keeping warm:-)
Tina xx
Silver Spun Sand | February 6, 2009 - 18:02
My thanks to you for reading. There is something so majestic and wonderful about swans and when one sees them take to the air, they really are some sight!! I envy you with you idyllic riverside haunt. It must be quite magical at this time of the year - or at any time, come to that.
T x
Silver Spun Sand | February 6, 2009 - 18:04
Ah - Mozart, now you ARE talking! I guess I am always in a Mozart mood - although I must admit being quite partial to Chopin at times.
Thank you for reading and I am glad it suited your mood:-)
Tina xx
Silver Spun Sand | February 6, 2009 - 18:04
Ah - Mozart, now you ARE talking! I guess I am always in a Mozart mood - although I must admit being quite partial to Chopin at times.
Thank you for reading and I am glad it suited your mood:-)
Tina xx
Silver Spun Sand | February 6, 2009 - 18:05
Chris - I really do appreciate your words. They mean a lot. Thank you so much for reading and I am glad I painted a pleasant picture for you.
Tina xxx
Silver Spun Sand | February 6, 2009 - 18:07
Yes, dear Magic ... I do remember how you love that imagery:-)
Thank you for reading and for enjoying.
Tina xxx
Nathan Bednarek | February 6, 2009 - 20:23
A beautiful piece Tina. I never get tired of your poetry ;-)
Love, Nathan.
Silver Spun Sand | February 7, 2009 - 10:57
Nathan - good to hear from you:-) Thank you for your words.
Tina xx