Wake to the sky-blush
a brilliant fevered-red
as you recall the dream (was it a dream?)
of moon music
floating through the window,
of languorous light
over the forest,
and diamond ships
sailing across the midnight-blue sea.
what of the fiddler?
whose song whispers of longing,
of belonging, of why,
but embracing if
in a kiss
of honeyed notes,
a symphony of smoke and angels
time and life.
The prompt for Day 4 of NaPoWriMo asked us to consider dream images. Of course, I consulted the Poetry Oracle. Chagall also created paintings of a fiddler on a roof.
Chagall is like Redon. I put them in the same category although Chagall must have had as many nightmares as dreams.
This is a lovely song, with honeyed notes and moon music 🙂
Thank you! 😀
I think Chagall must have had nightmares, too. I have a fantasy that my artist ancestor knew him.
It’s possible. Anything is!
I would love to hear moon music. 🙂 Nicely done, Merril. Enjoy your weekend!
Thank you very much, Jill! Listen carefully during the next full moon. . .
Lovely and gentle Merril thank you 🙂
Thank you very much, Susan!
Writing like silk — so smooth!
Thank you for that lovely compliment!
Breathing and listening–and of course dreams. I remember that Chagall painting from one of Jane’s prompts–definitely worth revisiting.
Your description of the fiddler is just like the Yo Yo Ma music in my coda today. (K)
Thank you, Kerfe.
Yes, Jane did use this image. We had a similar message today. I love that you think my description was like the Yo Yo Ma music in yours.
“embracing if in a kiss” – gives me goose bumps – love it!
Oh, thank you so much!
How wonderfully sensual!
Thank you, Marie
Thank you, Derrick.