Copyright © 2009 Ernest Bloom
Freckles and velvet
and long loops of blonde hair, her
lips part. She smiles, receiving the rim of
a glass of red wine. On the trellised patio
it's all silent white slats knitted with
ivy vine beneath midnight's canopy glow of
blazing suns that, though thwarted, still yearn to
outshine her eyes when she looks at me. But
I only see her demure smile when she
sets down her glass, and the muted voices
of violins inside fall away
and long loops of blonde hair, her
lips part. She smiles, receiving the rim of
a glass of red wine. On the trellised patio
it's all silent white slats knitted with
ivy vine beneath midnight's canopy glow of
blazing suns that, though thwarted, still yearn to
outshine her eyes when she looks at me. But
I only see her demure smile when she
sets down her glass, and the muted voices
of violins inside fall away
to nothing.
"Her lips part." Oh, that was so gentle. :)
ReplyDeleteGlorious patio imagery--the violins were a lovely touch.
P.S. On a similar note, do you like classical music?
don't know much about classical music, although i listen to a fair amount of it. i know what i like.
ReplyDeleteHow enthralling, how atmospheric! Wine, the caress of night and the vine struggling to free inherent beauty, to externalize their feelings. The violins are grand, though substantially sad and I funnily enough I too devour mouthfuls of classical tunes on a daily basis but my knowledge thereof ends with the title and author for the most part. It's true- you don't need expertise to appreciate music; in fact, knowledge might even burden your experience somewhat.
ReplyDeletei don't fear or dismiss learning more about classical music (or anything); it just seems to be a foreign language that I missed learning at the necessary age, and i don't hear the subtle distinctions, i think.
ReplyDeletethis all grew from the seed of the first eight words, and i didn't know what was coming any more than a reader does.