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.

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