Lullaby, lull our senses.

Gold cherry

By lenchenelf

Mon, 03 Nov 2014
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9 comments
 

Crooked in a bough bent to his shape

by design, and times' rigour,

youngest grandson, shoulder pillowed

nestles his dreams close to my pulse.

 

Window open to gentling breeze

weighted in scent of wood smoke

smoulder and leaf mould,

sulphur of spent flame and spark of the new.

 

Scarlatti, a circlet of golden motes

ln low sun, hypnotise half closed eyes,

cradle whimsy and care away, and sway 

afternoon slumber, a middling way

 

for our age.

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by Bee on

This is really beautiful. I loved every word of it.

Bee

Submitted by lenchenelf on

You are kind Bee, and though I haven't commented recently, reading your work is a pleasure.

Best wishes

lena xx

 

Submitted by torscot on

A lovely soft and warm scene  here, granny duties down to a tee

And,I had to look up  "...Scarlatti,.."

I learn something every day

Regards

torscot

Submitted by lenchenelf on

....., very kind :)  Enjoy a smidgeon of Scarlatti :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSAmVBIh2ZU

Best wishes 

Lena xx

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

'Stabat Mater' springs to mind.  Beautiful in its intensity, as this, in its gentleness.

Tina

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on

Thanks for your sensitive warmth on reading, much appreciated Tina.

Best wishes

Lena xx

 

Submitted by scratch on

This is our facebook and twitter pick of the day!

Get a fantastic reading recommendation every day.

 

Submitted by MJG on

could be set to a tune ....

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on

.. a collaberation could be had ... :)  all the best and thank you.

best wishes,

Lena xx