Night in the Camargue

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Tue, 12 May 2015
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Not the Camargue
or the Rhone
 
not the wind 
bending bamboo
on the brackish, 
delta marshes;
 
nor the psaltery
she strummed –
sweet and low, 
 
nor was it the rain, 
ricocheting 
off an old, tin roof, 
 
or the thrum
of the hooves 
of a capriciousness
of  white horses
 
not a folly of fields
of blue flax
or the blues 
on a sax
 
not  a feathering of drums,
or the swish of silken skirt
as it flirted with the floor
over  rosebud toes
 
no 
 
more the heaven’s 
sweet sway...
 
and the moon – 
spat from the mouth
of a fanfare of clouds
calling the tune;
 
a divertissement 
they played...
the night
the stars,
naked, 
danced. 
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Comments

Submitted by airyfairy on

The imagery is so wonderful - 'a capriciousness of white horses' and the moon 'spat from the mouth of a fanfare of clouds'.  Mystery and magic.  It's great.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

af, ta...smiley ever so.

Tina

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Full of wonderful sounds, lovely.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Philip. Pleased you thought sosmiley

 

Submitted by Bee on

'and the moon – 
spat from the mouth
of a fanfare of clouds
calling the tune;'   

that's just fabulous - it all is.

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

You made me smile, Bee, and that's ab fab, toosmiley  Thank you.

Tina