Beneath
the panoply of the bandstand
summer burns still
slanting long fingers that reach
from the ramparts and
hoodwink the season
Poseidon, lugubrious
idles time forgetful
whilst diamonds from dew, a spider
spins the glittering
binds and lulls the current
Subdued by the sun
the clouds furrow brow, submit to
late vermillion.
The sea shifts to autumn
boats float less often
Oh, such a sad line "boats float less often." And glittering. My very favorite word. Love this.
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Miss Whistle
Like Miss Whistle I really love that last line and the way it brings the poem to a sudden end, with a kind of wistful dying fall. I also like 'diamonds from dew'. The whole poem paints a lovely vivid picture.
ReplyDeleteThank you both so much for your lovely comments and for reading, as always xx
ReplyDeletePlease can I quote this poem in an upcoming post on my blog: http://ocabini.blogspot.com/.
ReplyDeleteCM- of course, you'd be most welcome, I'm honored that you would want to x
ReplyDeleteTD - it's published!
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PS When will we have the pleasure of another poem?
CM -Thank you for the link, what a lovely blog you have. Am hugely flattered that you wanted to use my poem. x
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