It wasn’t the wind
through bending bamboo
on the brackish,
delta marshes;
more like a psaltery –
singing, sweet and low
and it wasn’t
the rain, trickling
from an old, tin roof
we heard, but mandolins...
nor was it the thrum
of a hundred wild,
white horses – hooves
pounding the ground,
but as many guitars
strumming
a cantabile beat
nor the sighs from fields
of waving flax, grew
all around. It was
the blues on a sax.
No more was it
the swish of silken skirt
as it whispered to the floor
by those rosebud toes,
but a faint feathering
of drums...
the moon – dangling
from a lilac tree
calling the tune;
‘Mood Indigo’
they played...
the night
the stars,
naked,
danced.
Comments
Beeme | February 23, 2011 - 13:39
I really enjoyed, This is so beautiful, particularly the last stanza. Love those images!
Beeme xx
Silver Spun Sand | February 23, 2011 - 13:43
Ta, ever so, Beeme;-)
Hope the prose is coming along OK. Keep at it;-)
Tina xx
Beeme | February 23, 2011 - 13:52
Thank you Tina, I will do ;-) I've tried another, but I found it challenging.
Beeme xx
MistakenMagic | February 23, 2011 - 16:32
Love the short-line structure here, Tina. Especially effective in that last stanza! Like the image of 'naked' stars too. Much enjoyed :)
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | February 23, 2011 - 17:36
Please you liked, Magic;-) Many thanks for telling me.
Tina xxx
seashore | February 23, 2011 - 19:48
Brief visit, Tina - just back from taking granddaughters to see Justin Beiber film so not in poetry mood needless to say - but this caught my eye. Lovely.
Silver Spun Sand | February 23, 2011 - 21:20
Granddaughter - mode; that's poetry in itself;-) Hope you all enjoyed Justin Beiber. Many thanks for reading and now you deserve a really relaxing evening. Have a peaceful one.
Tina
fatboy74 | February 23, 2011 - 23:27
A fabulous poem Tina just beautiful and stunning imagery - a real lyrical treat. :-)
Dynamaso | February 24, 2011 - 01:04
Like those before, I have to say my favourite part is the last stanza. You're such an inspiration!
Silver Spun Sand | February 24, 2011 - 09:00
fb, so pleased you enjoyed. The Camargue has always fascinated me and I am glad that I brought at least some of its magic to this poem.
Tina;-)
Silver Spun Sand | February 24, 2011 - 09:01
Many thanks for that;-) Tina
skinner_jennifer | February 24, 2011 - 13:14
Hi Tina,
what can I say, this is another wonderful poem, so
beautifully expressive.
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | February 24, 2011 - 13:18
Jenny - you said it beautifully already;-)
Tina.
capote 13 | February 24, 2011 - 19:02
Lovely, evocative poem. I really liked the repetition. Well done. Neil
Silver Spun Sand | February 24, 2011 - 19:47
Thanks, so very much, Neil. More than appreciated;-)
Tina
JoseHdz | February 25, 2011 - 04:42
very much enjoyed the organic flow of this poem.
well deserved cherries as always.
cheers,
jose.
Silver Spun Sand | February 25, 2011 - 07:42
Cheers to you, jose;-) And thanks.
Tina