Girl with Cello


from the ABC set Silver Spun Sand Poems

All Hallows Eve;
an oil lamp flickers on the sill
in the big house on the hill tonight.

A chandelier weeps tarnished,
crystal tears outshone
by her incandescence,
as she comes in
from the wind
and drifting snow...

Treads silent corridors,
bereft of cadences,
arpeggios; smoothes back
her jet-black hair.

Logs smoulder in the grate –
spring to life as down she sits;
takes up her cello; soft
it nestles in fluid folds
of her skirt; ecru shades
of finest Breton lace. Draws
the bow across its strings.

Candles on the shelf
resonate in perfect harmony –
bass, alto and soprano
as she reaches her crescendo...
but tenderly; her thighs
a cradle for her muse.

Her reprise breathes
deep and low in quavering
vibrato; the phantom
she evoked tonight,
eventually requited...

She, who came in
from the wind and
drifting snow.

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Comments

Cavalcaderl | March 18, 2010 - 22:26

Silver-spun-sand
I am at a cresendo reading
this beautiful flowing poem,
the title attracted me 'Girl with Cello'
its a gem.
Like it all.
Stanza is 2nd one;
A chandelier weeps tarnished,
crystal tears outshone
by its incondescence,
as she comes in
from the wind
and the drifting snow..
Fab:
julie x

Silver Spun Sand | March 18, 2010 - 22:43

Ta, ever so, Julie;-)

Tina xx

kheldar | March 19, 2010 - 00:08

Written by "lady with talent".

Great stuff Tina, the atmosphere you concey is incredible. I really love the second stanza but might one be so bold as to suggest a slight modification, i.e.:

A chandelier weeps tarnished,
crystal tears,
outshone by her incandescence,
as she comes in
from the wind
and drifting snow...

Hope you don't mind the suggestion, but if i just said how wonderful you're stuff was all the time you might think I was insincere.

Anyhoo, as i said, great stuff.

David xx :--)

Silver Spun Sand | March 19, 2010 - 08:46

David, you are inspired;-) I agree wholeheartedly. 'Her' is way better than 'it' and it took you to show me.

Seriously though, so pleased you liked this one, and thank you again, for your wisdom;-)

Tina xx

Belle Green | March 19, 2010 - 19:16

Excellent. Please check your e-mail. I would like to publish this and some other pieces for you in abctales print edition. Or

e-mail me at dominus_scriptor1@yahoo.com

Nathan Bednarek | March 19, 2010 - 20:28

'Her reprise breathes
deep and low in quavering
vibrato; the phantom
she evoked tonight,
eventually requited...'

I love this stanza. An amazing poem with some brilliant imagery. A well deserved cherry!

Nathan xox

Silver Spun Sand | March 19, 2010 - 21:40

Sincere thanks to you, Belle. Have checked e-mail, and in short, the pieces you suggest (including this) I should be more than happy for you to print. Shall get back to you tomorrow with relevant additional details that you require.

Your interest, more than appreciated. Have a good weekend.

Tina

Silver Spun Sand | March 19, 2010 - 21:41

Well thank you, Nathan. Thought you might enjoy this one;-) Hope things are OK with you.

Tina xox

MistakenMagic | March 20, 2010 - 17:47

'Candles on the shelf
resonate in perfect harmony –
bass, alto and soprano
as she reaches her crescendo...
but tenderly; her thighs
a cradle for her muse.'

- love this stanza, Tina! And I am a sucker for music imagery so this piece was an absolute delight to read. Well done on the cherry ;)

Magic xxx

Silver Spun Sand | March 20, 2010 - 18:17

Thank you, Magic. Glad you enjoyed...and your lovely comment, a delight to read as well;-)

Tina xxx

Kahdai | March 21, 2010 - 16:08

This whole poem is so beautiful to read over & over again! The lovely, but empty house, secret silence & the closeness of musician & instrument. I know you already have a cherry & I give you one from me too, this must be a favourite! Kahdai xx

Silver Spun Sand | March 21, 2010 - 17:17

And yours is definitely the sweetest cherry, Kahdai. Quite 'moreish' in fact;-)

Seriously though, glad you enjoyed. Your comments are always so helpful and so beautifully written. Thank you.

Tina xx

Beeme | March 21, 2010 - 19:51

I'm going to have to steal Nathan's favourite verse;

"Her reprise breathes
deep and low in quavering
vibrato; the phantom
she evoked tonight,
eventually requited..."

this stood out for me although the whole poem is jam packed full of beautiufl imagery. I really enjoyed :)

Beeme xx

Silver Spun Sand | March 21, 2010 - 21:45

Beeme - I am sure Nathan won't mind...not a bit;-)

So pleased you liked this.

Tina xx

Kahdai | March 22, 2010 - 19:15

L:

yassin | July 25, 2010 - 21:49

i liked it,as i play cello,very evocative and good musical termonology