A Solstice Kiss!
It
doesn’t matter where you are in the world –
heliocentric
sense of time
Orbits
us through seasons-
Somewhere
in the north….
..the land moves on in summer
Under
a splendid radiance all day long
Helio
dips for its verve at last
-filling the late sinister twilight
A
solstice kiss- I call it
What
a treat-my, oh my!
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Incredible
White Nights
I
stood with the tourists over the Baltic
Watching
the hesitant glow of amber
Tossing
and thinning in the brink of sunset
It
was midnight or so!
....just
before a grand finale
Stars rose from trance...
The
exhausted sun
....slipped
and merged into the silhouette
Latching
the eerie whispers of the subaqueous
Ah,
the symphony of the night
Draped
the stage with night...
...the
rustle and the murmurs
all blotted to a hush.
I
live now, for what I saw…
The
dreamy nights are all gone now
although
the memory
of
the blooming of ‘white-nights’
full
of the agnostic dreams
turns
on the realism.
The midnight sun is of course a nice experience,
and can be seen anywhere in north europe, in (or Nordic) summer. While heading
along Norway's coastline, we were blessed with bright, blue skies at midnight (one
could read outdoor at midnight!). It was a little eerie, but I was enchanted...
Written for Susan's prompt : http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.in/2015/06/poets-united-midweek-motif-entering.html
Wow, Panchali! I love the sound of the Nordic sky at midnight! Here it stays light till almost ten p.m. already. Lots of light. I loved best your line "the dreamy nights are all gone now". Yes....beautiful to remember.
ReplyDeleteSounds wonderful Panchali.You have delightfully explained your eerie experience. Hope you are enjoying your holiday.
ReplyDeleteI think I could miss my sleep once but not to live with the sun refusing to go to bed like a naughty child in the summer months!
ReplyDeleteSuch a delightful poem :D The Nordic Sky at midnight is indeed an enchanting sight :D
ReplyDeleteBeautifully penned :D
Lots of love,
Sanaa
That sounds enchanting...
ReplyDeleteSuch radiance that it is a kiss! wow! And this part is magnificent:
ReplyDelete". . . hesitant glow of the amber
Tossing and turning in the brink of sunset
It’s midnight or so!
Finally, the exhausted sun- flawed to near insanity
....slips and merges softly ..."
Oh nibbling before kissing, finding the way to merge. A symphony indeed. You've given me something to look forward to.
Enchanting indeed specially for us who are used to seeing the sun dip into the horizon in the evening...and what a glorious way to describe it!!
ReplyDeleteThere's a lovely, dreamy quality to this.
ReplyDeleteA solstice kiss is my favourite line - and thought in this magical piece..
ReplyDeleteVery fun read.
ReplyDeleteAh, what a memorable trip, Panchali! One of my dream plans....I remember white nights in St. petersburg, Russia though....but these are different...
ReplyDeleteThe world is alive with possibilities and you reflect this in your poem on change and nature.
ReplyDeleteI really like the way you described those 'incredible white nights.' That cruise must have been a wonderful experience. And, yes, 'ah the symphony of night.'
ReplyDeleteAgain a mesmerising piece. The confident master-strokes makes me stand in awe. The thought itself is so intriguing....Awesomely penned, a dreamy post just as white-nights!
ReplyDeleteYou reminded me of my Finland visit. I badly wanted to see the northern lights and sit on the sledge driven by huskies. Unfortunately, the weather was cloudy and in november there was not much snow for the sledge to move. Will go there again.
ReplyDeleteCheers,
Sabyasachi