The harsh summer
evenings
stretch long to pull the sky
to earth as a coverlet.
The crowns of trees
begin playing with shadows first,
then merge softly in earth’s
hues, lines,
colors and moods-
---very
hesitatingly, delicately
eventually, the darkness
descends….
The borders vanish
whipping across like a blindfold!
And then…
It’s time to stride up the invisible
Stairs into the Persian-blue sky.
The shimmering fairy lights
sprout,
The night-sky glitters
in their heavenly finery….
Faint, silver-tint fires
in the dark vibrate
like
leaf-tips in a squall,
Some drift…or, shrink into the distance.
Seems, an eternal sojourn....
While stars do drift
above our heads,
Dreams do flit above
our beds
in these dangerous times.
written for Sumana 's prompt on Poets United. https://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/09/poets-united-midweek-motif-looking-at.html
Wow! Such an atmosphere you create with the blanket and blindfold (my favorite verse) and then the beginning of the star magic for dreaming! It's good to have a way to lift ourselves out of these dangerous times and make images and play.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, We need to escape from our troubled world into the stars. I love the dizzy night swim as a twirl, arms open, catching the tail of a dream.
ReplyDeleteThere is vivid image painted here. Oh- to dream like this!
ReplyDeleteI love the Persian blue sky.....thank heaven that dreams and stars remain, even in troublesome times, to remind us life can be so much better.
ReplyDeleteI love the scene you paint with words. Your sky is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThis poem has such a rich texture! Most beautifully and brilliantly woven. Love how the poem ends in a hopeful note with the dreams shining in dark times.
ReplyDeleteI love those fairy lights and you capture the stars beauty wonderfully
ReplyDeleteAtmospherically captured. Wonderful work!
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet and delightful read. I love all the details.
ReplyDelete"The harsh summer evenings
ReplyDeletestretch long to pull the sky
to earth as a coverlet."
"The borders vanish
whipping across like a blindfold!"
Stunning lines.
If, in dangerous times, we had no stars or dreams, where would we find comfort?
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