Night in the Camargue


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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The imagery is so wonderful -
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.
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Full of wonderful sounds,
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Full of wonderful sounds, lovely.
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'and the moon –
'and the moon –
spat from the mouth
of a fanfare of clouds
calling the tune;'
that's just fabulous - it all is.
Bee
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