in the mist
from the fallen book, pages flutter in the mist,
chimes scatter as wisps of straw in raw wind
as the child lies curved in sleep around the
tattered edge of his mother’s skirted hem
swollen lips lifted in sweet smiled sleep –
as the chimes, the chimes, coalesce and carry
them clear - past the sooted mirror of today
into the vast possibility of tomorrow
shimmering as light bounces joyfully from
golden scale to golden scale on
the gleaming body of mystic Ilsebill’s
fish
rising, regal, real and majestic from a cerulean sea
listening
to each innocent, exhaled breath
each unwhispered wish
about to be fulfilled
each unwhispered wish
about to be fulfilled
Great imagery!
ReplyDeleteThanks Anthony - appreciate you stopping by :)
DeleteNicely woven...my favorite line has to be ' as the chimes, the chimes, coalesce and carry
ReplyDeletethem clear'...it just hums to me!
Aww thanks...:)
DeleteThose wishes deserve to be fulfilled!
ReplyDeleteYes, looks like they're not having an easy time of it :).
Deletesuch hope at the end! Each unwhispered wish, about to be fulfilled - love these lines!
ReplyDeleteOh I'm loving the "love" thank you so very much Robyn :)
DeleteAlways amazes me the different slants we all take with the same prompt.
ReplyDeleteYes ... Same words different visions - fun :). Thanks for stopping :)
DeleteI am too well acquainted with "the sooted mirror of today." Time, I think, to bring out the vinegar and water, and give that mirror a good scrubbing!
ReplyDeleteWhirling with James Joyce
Haha - scrub away - although I think your mirror is sparkling clear - thanks for stopping :)
Delete(Sorry Viv) I accidentally deleted your comment -so I'm copying it here.... Thanks for stopping by!
ReplyDeletevivinfrance has left a new comment on your post "in the mist":
Beautiful poem, wonderful wordling.
Oh Viv - glad you enjoyed :)
DeleteBeautiful penned pearl style. :)
ReplyDeleteWell dear Sir that's quite a comment! Thank you - wasn't certain there was a recognizable "pearl style" but one can always hope :)
DeleteMakes me think of Andrew Lang.
ReplyDeleteThank you Barbara :) Had me running off to find Andrew Lang!
Deleteto each innocent,
ReplyDeleteexhaled breath
each unwhispered wish
about to be fulfilled
A glimmer of hope is all that's needed. Nicely Dr Pearl!
Hank
Thank you for stopping! So very much appreciated :)
DeleteVery nice....I love the idea of unwhispered wishes about to be fulfilled. Gives me a very warm feeling.
ReplyDeleteThank you - happy to warm:)
DeleteHave always thought that early morning mist on the lake held magic, somehow. You brought that memory to life. Thank you,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Awww that is high praise :))) thank you!
DeleteBeautiful, Pearl! I especially like:
ReplyDeleteas the child lies curved in sleep around the
tattered edge of his mother’s skirted hem
swollen lips lifted in sweet smiled sleep
Thanks Laurie-I especially liked those lines as well :)
Deleteoh Pearl... what can I say that you haven't already? this poem reads like a blessing.
ReplyDeleteOh Laura! Coming from you this comment means a great deal. Thank you :)
DeleteWas here for the Poetry Pantry, now back for the wordle. Really like where you took the words, like that you found hope in both words and image,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Thanks for stopping Elizabeth - enjoyed where you took the words as well! :)
DeleteGorgeous, Pearl.
ReplyDeleteWhat a glorious arising. Love the scene and the descriptions that you provide to bring it into view.
ReplyDeleteWhat a glorious scene you paint with your words. Love the new day - new life vibe.
ReplyDeleteThis is very very lovely to read, as is the image to look upon. Sigh. A sort of yearning feeling to it, especially so "each unwhispered wish about to be fulfilled".
ReplyDeleteTruly beautiful work!
ReplyDeleteA sweetness here, in family life. Quite nice.
ReplyDeleteOh Pearl - this sings, more a Psalm or a prayer than anything else I can think of ... so much hopefulness especially as they're carried "into the vast possibility of tomorrow" (am curious if you know if this Lake Louise is the one in Alberta perchance; it's a wonderful photo and works well with your words)Very fine work. Thank you btw for coming by TPT, reading and commenting; as always, your insight and kindness are much appreciated.
ReplyDeleteUsing nouns and verbs as oils and pastels! A wonderful still life painted in poetry!
ReplyDeleteI really love this one, especially the sound. These are my favorites:
ReplyDelete"from the fallen book, pages flutter in the mist,
chimes scatter as wisps of straw in raw wind"
"the gleaming body of mystic Ilsebill’s fish
rising, regal, real and majestic from a cerulean sea"
Really lovely Pearl. Yay for cerulian, I love that word. Also love "rising, regal, real." Just figured out there's a Mr Linksy on the site so now found you. :)
ReplyDeleteNice, well put together nice imagery.
ReplyDeleteI agree there is a sweetness in your imagery of family n' hope! Beautifully guided :D
ReplyDeleteMothers dreaming of their child's future some she will see yet some other not. The constant urge to recreate is tempered by the realization of mortality. A beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteWishes granted from the cerulean sea mist - enchanting.
ReplyDeleteTruly excellent, Dr. P.
ReplyDeleteI sneak over here just to see your mind at work. Always impressive and enlightening. All nicely done, my friend.
ReplyDeleteAw Walt - you are always welcome ! Thank you !
DeleteHopeful and lovely poem, Dr. P!
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