Demure – she sits,
as her music sucks me in.
A downward draught
from an open skylight,
bends the down on her neck;
‘neath a canopy of stars
quavers of moonlight
harmonise with arpeggios
of silver streams.
I wallow – half-drown in
this dark, Cimmerian beauty;
surface again, to watch her
feathering her bow
as she takes me down,
but oh, so smooth, so glissando,
and can only marvel at their oneness...
instrument and artist.
An ecru skirt – edged
with milk-white Breton lace,
melts in pools like vanilla ice
around her feet.
Slender fingers tease vibrato
from the strings; deep throat,
its voice, as in climactic subjugation,
her cello sings its ode to joy,
as would I...cradled
in those thighs.
Comments
Dark Fox | November 2, 2011 - 19:08
Love the imaginary and the sexiness of it
Silver Spun Sand | November 2, 2011 - 19:32
Thanks, Dark Fox. Good of you to say so;-)
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | November 2, 2011 - 21:57
Really pleased you enjoyed this one so much, Julie, and many thanks for telling me in such a delightful way;-)
Tina xx
rjnewlyn | November 3, 2011 - 00:14
Ah 'Cimmerian' - I'm sure you used that before somewhere and I meant to look it up at the time but forgot. Will do so now. Very good - but cellists always seem to be female in art ...
Rob
Silver Spun Sand | November 3, 2011 - 09:03
Hi there, Rob...and yes, you are so right;-) It's one of my favourite words. Apparently, a Cimmerian was a member of a nomadic people of the Crimea, who overran Asia Minor in the seventh century BC. They were fabled to have lived in perpetual darkness...thus the adjective 'Cimmerian'.
And you are right again on your second point. I must admit, when I sat down to write this poem, Julian Lloyd Webber sprang to mind, but...Enough said, I guess;-)
Thanks so very much for your, as usual, inspired and thoughtful comments. Have a good week;-)
Tina
skinner_jennifer | November 3, 2011 - 10:04
Hi Tina,
this poem had such a wonderful flow to it, almost
had that William Wordsworth feel to it, well for me
anyway.
I loved that second stanza:-
'neath a canopy of stars
quavers of moonlight
harmonise with arpeggios
of silver streams.
Um! this was so beautiful and well deserved of cherries.
Thank you for sharing.
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | November 3, 2011 - 10:45
Jenny - your lovely comment has brightened my dull, rainy morning. Thank you;-)
Hope you have sunshine where you are;-)
Tina
fatboy74 | November 3, 2011 - 21:56
Yes I agree with dark fox this is beautifully wrought and downright raunchy towards the end. Really, really good. :-)
Silver Spun Sand | November 3, 2011 - 23:41
For once, I am lost for words...except, 'thank you'
;-) Tina
Highhat | November 4, 2011 - 14:44
Beautiful images Tina- yes there is a wonderful flow to this poem and as is said rather sexy. Is it about Jacqueline Dupres again? What a great tribute- I am sure she would be so thrilled to read your poetry if only she could! I always look forward to reading your poems- they are rounded at the edges no matter what the subject- such a clever trait...
;)Pia
MistakenMagic | November 4, 2011 - 15:57
A beautifully sensual piece, Tina. You know I'm a sucker for musical imagery - so this was right up my street. Loved these lines:
"An ecru skirt – edged
with milk-white Breton lace,
melts in pools like vanilla ice
around her feet."
And that ending was perfection!
Hope you and Mr Clatworthy are well :-)
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | November 4, 2011 - 18:33
Thanks so very much, Pia for your inspired comment (I swear you can read my mind sometimes;-) Yes, it is about Jacqueline Dupres. And yes, if only she could read this, or any other poem, come to that. A brilliant life, ended so cruelly and prematurely.
Tina;-)
Silver Spun Sand | November 4, 2011 - 18:35
Well hello there, Magic;-)
Many thanks for taking time out to read this, and I'm glad you enjoyed. I did just have an inkling this might be to your liking;-)
We are well...thank you, and I hope that you, yourself, are in fine fettle. Have a great weekend, and thanks again;-)
Tina xxx
Cavalcaderl | November 5, 2011 - 19:47
new Silver-Spun-Sand
Tina, the whole of the poem
just blew me away. Throughly enjoyed.
The images,descriptions words so well
written. I sense sadness in it too.
Stanza
An ecru skirt-edged
with milk- white Breton lace
melts in pools like vanilla ice
around her feet.
Beautiful. Sometimes I answer wrong comment,
if don't know any poet's, all mention. So can
either decipher my way, or leave it.
Then I am mostly wrong. What do you think!
Ah! just come back
say seen the cherries!
Great night,great show, for one evening,
We had,met all and photos,taken and with
them all,and told them of AbcTales.Poems and stories,
didn't carry book. As went light carrying!
Interested. Met Terry Winstanley and photos,
all allowed. Smoke screen,lazer coloured lights.
8 approximately from x factor's didn't get through,
from boot camp, should have. Great singer's and signatures, young and old! qwe could have photos with. Money raised for Hel The Heroes. By Terry Winstanley singer, got it all arranged and help.
Good luck with the comp:
Just read your story very sad but extremely well
written,and your poem. in the 'Lets Start Again' book got.
Wonderful of all.
julie xx