Decanting a Whistle
Whistle an incantation,
a soaring albatrosic tune,
that warbles and glides on ample wing.
Whistle a song of confetti scrap notes
that are tumbled and trapped, forgotten
crumbs fallen between bleached ivory keys,
our chorus revealing just
how flawed our voices can be.
Whistle a long, hollow refrain,
beat thunder and lightning from taut skins
of drums, while unhinged dancing demons
spray montage graffiti on the walls.
Whistle an incantation,
a litany to a Doma domain
of granite spires and rose windows
that bleed hot colours into the sunset,
and where we decant the scent of jasmine
into the evening air, our breath
a long and ethereal song.
© MiskMask June 24 2012
Poetic Prompt from Sunday Whirl #62Prompt Words: jasmine, demons, window, scrap, ample, montage, flawed, granite, trapped, whistle, domain, sunset
So lovely, Misk! I know some had difficulty with “whistle” — using it the way you did was genius.
Misky, delightful. Love where you took “whistle” and the other wordle words. That was an inspired choice. I love the ending, with the decanting of the jasmine.
Richard
Wonderfully done!!!
Really like “where we decant the scent of jasmine/ into the evening air”. You have created some unique and wonderful imagery. Thank you,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
Beautifully written! Especially love the line “forgotten crumbs fallen between bleached ivory keys”
Whistle a long, hollow refrain,
beat thunder and lightning from taut skins
of drums,
LOVE this and ALL such a song lilts through the lengths of your lines!!!
I love that second stanza.
I really dig that second stanza.
“Whistle a long, hollow refrain,
beat thunder and lightning from taut skins
of drums, while unhinged dancing demons
spray montage graffiti on the walls.”
That’s great.
Brilliant writing! I love what you did with the words! Every line is a perfect little gem!
Loved: “soaring albatrosic tune,”
Thank you everyone — your comments are all very generous and kind. Thanks.
I love the way the whistle refrain works in this poem, almost like a tune. Nicely done.
Misky, some beautiful phrasing in this piece. Thanks so much for reading mine and leaving such a nice comment.
Pamela
I love this. It sounds like a meditation. Beautifully wordled!
Beautiful lines, like these:
forgotten
crumbs fallen between bleached ivory keys,
our chorus revealing just
how flawed our voices can be.
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Absolutely beautiful and poetic, love the music of the whistle and the ivory.
Wow! I love the whistling theme, and `bled hot colors in the sunset’
Brilliant Misky, don’t you just love daemons? Loved you repeating “whistle”. These were some fantastic words this week!
Hi Misk! Your blogs are really wonderful and really beautiful. Love all of your pictures including the ones from your food blog (I love ginger).
Well, my favorite stanza was your last:
“that bleed hot colours into the sunset,
and where we decant the scent of jasmine
into the evening air, our breath
a long and ethereal song.”
My favorite word: Warble
Oh my, Benjamin, such high praise! I’m very happy that you enjoyed reading it, and thank you ever so much for leaving your comment. I am very appreciative of your support and kind comments.
‘Whistle an incantation,
a litany to a Doma domain
of granite spires and rose windows
that bleed hot colours into the sunset,’
Those holy places decorated with colored glass…that is one way to look at the light through them ‘bleeding’. I read some where that a ‘Rose or stained glass window was to represent womanhood’ – so then to me the blood aspect works quite well.
Thanks for your visit and comment on ‘Crust’
You might also like my first attempt at the wordle list here:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/06/sw-62-rm-mm-3-just-peachy.html
Ah… so many striking images. Love the title and the later use of ‘decant’. Such a strong word.
Thanks, Margo. Looks like this one might be ripe for submission.
wonderful. Whistle was the word I struggle most with and you made it the focus. enjoyed very much.
Thanks, Mark!