Ask What They See: NaPoWriMo, Day 3

Marc Chagall, The Blue Fiddler

The moon sighs and sings, a luscious silver spray in blue,
the fiddler plays along, repeating feather trills,
the universeโ€™s secret smiles–

now watch the ghosts dance, bird-winged, eternal–
or almost–

and ask what they see,
and if they dream, or
revel in argent glow,

their hearts recalling when and never, before
shadows and the afterlight of a thousand stars in song.

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt asks us to create a “Personal Universal Deck,” a card deck of words. I like the idea of creating my own word deck, but today I’m basing my poem on words from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle. We have a standing Saturday date to collaborate, and I wouldn’t want to upset her. ๐Ÿ˜

36 thoughts on “Ask What They See: NaPoWriMo, Day 3

  1. It was son’s birthday today so we talked for ages even though we’ll be seeing him tomorrow. We’re going to Bordeaux to see the eldest before she pops and while we’re still able to travel. From Tuesday it’s a 10km limit. We’ll see three of them, bring one back with us and take her home on Monday evening. I don’t know when we’ll all get together again. The lockdown is until mid May at the earliest.

  2. How can you not play with the Oracle when she gives you such wonderful words to play with? I was trying to chose my favourite part. Couldn’t. The whole thing is beautiful

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