Between The Lines - Words In A February Pond
Reading you both
the echo of a folk song flies through the winter sunset air and
lands like a snowflake in the middle of a pond made of moonlight
Gentle as the landing is
ripples start to spread across the pond
My young love comes to me
On our wedding day ...
The echo stops there
and I struggle to remember
what else
what next
While I am struggling
a second snowflake drifts from Karl Jenkins' Palladio
and alights on the moonlight pond
mingling and merging with the echo of the folk song
and pushing the musical ripples
further across the platinum waters
that stretch out in front of me
The face of the moon appears between the lines
and I know I don't have to have the words
for the songs to be always mine.
Fi
(As it came, an immediate response to Liz and Roger's words. Thanks honeys!! )
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2 comments:
Fi,
Just reread your poem and had to google Karl Jenkins - I am now a convert and have listened to Palladio all night while prepariung my presentation for today - thanks for the inspiration... and the musical ripples xxx
Hi Nigel,
My pleasure!
Karly was another of my Radio 3 discoveries :-)
Palladio, so rousing, makes me want to spin cartwheels through mountain kings' halls!
Fi
xx
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