of a thin blue night
Cutting through ancient trees,
a comfort of light
I come across a cluster of life
hidden inside of calla rings
A species of endangered shapes
making chocolate out of ice
Their skin is warm and bare, like us,
yet softer than human wings
Their soil is fertile
until the salt water stings
They run to the pines at night
when fragments of rock empty the sky
Their tear drops fall
I collect them before they turn to shells
They share with me an ocean and cake
and a pint of hazardous rum
I dance with night and the youngest one
She asks me to save her from falling light
I hold her close and whisper through sweet gum
It is the rain in my voice that speaks for me
I feel their hearts, numb and white
such magic woven into this...the ttears turning to shells...you got to watch that rum too...it will sneak up on you...the dancing though, def fun...the rain in your voice wow this is seriously very nicely spun...smiles.
ReplyDeleteYes brother, the best part of rum is when we start to dance. Thanks for your lovely comment...hope you find plenty of magic in your day. :)
DeleteOnce again you commune with nature and the fantasy world and treat us to secrets that we yearn to experience for ourselves not realizing that we too can be part of that world too with a a little imagination.
ReplyDeleteYes, and with little hints of magic. Thank you for carrying along with me. :)
DeleteTotally magical, and fantastical !! The tone was so soothing and caring, I drifted thru this marvelously worded pleasure....
ReplyDeleteAhh, I'm happy, thanks Joanne!
DeleteI once had a slight glimpse of the Northern Lights, didn't last long because even though we're pretty high up here in Atlantic Canada, we're still not far enough north to see them as clearly as they can be seen. But, what I did see was magical. A bit like the magic all through this lovely write once again. I love the teardrops falling as shells, also dancing with your youngest one and the rain speaking for you.
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely read.
Wow, lucky you, Bren! I'm sure, just a glimpse of aurora was enough. The solar wind is such a magical gift from the sun. You caught that the dance was with my little girl, this is the way I hope they remember our solstice celebrations to be. I love how you share in your comments :)
Deletethere is beauty in this. truly lovely piece.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sheilagh!
DeleteTheir skin is warm and bare, like us,
ReplyDeleteyet softer than human wings
Hard to imagine, but you did.
Hi Gabrielle, thanks for visiting. Nice to meet you!
Deleteyes..as the others say..magic runs like a sprite through this piece..i always leave with a new word (calla rings)..and a sense of wonder..jae
ReplyDeleteOur first calla lily opened this week, I can only imagine what it feels like to drink from it. Lucky little sprite people. Thanks for your sweet words, Jae. :)
DeleteYou surely captured the appeal and awe of the lights, have never seen only heard. Great piece.
ReplyDeleteSame here, I can only imagine the sight of this breaking light. Pat, thanks for coming by.
DeleteSo beautiful... I especially like the beginning.
ReplyDeleteThank you Laurie!
Deleteyes...very beautiful words and images...!!
ReplyDeleteHi Sandra! Nice to see you. :)
DeleteLike magic, Archana! Your words are so beautifully portrayed.
ReplyDeletesofter than human wings... fragments of rock empty the sky... tears turn to shells
Vivid images. I LOVED what I read. Thank you! :)
Hi Vaishali! Thanks so much for this lovely comment. :)
Deleteso so beautiful.
ReplyDeletethanks, lovely. :)
Deleteso lovely and fantastic....it takes you on a ride, you love....loved this..:-)
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