Play the violin
Fiddle the lute
Drum the cymbals
I am garden, keyed with seeds
Singing to the moon, coppery fire:
Melt the ice crystals, draw leaves rising & chanting-
Music of spring whips up a storm, dabbing the sky buttered-green-
Painting by Elisabetta Trevisan
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Fantasia or fantasy with guest host, Lillian ~ Thanks for the visit ~
"The sky buttered green". Oh, Grace, so gorgeous!
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Especilly enthralled with these lines! Beautiful!
A wondrous delicious sevenling; so poetic that it makes my effort seem a bit prosaic, pedantic, & pale--but still joyous that we can share with & inspire each other.
ReplyDeleteOh! The sky buttered green. I will be planting my garden in the next couple of weeks and this just melted my heart. I plant by the moon and I will howl at the moon. Love this joyous poem.
ReplyDeleteOh! The sky buttered green. I will be planting my garden in the next couple of weeks and this just melted my heart. I plant by the moon and I will howl at the moon. Love this joyous poem.
ReplyDeleteI love when the sky is green, though normally I associate with cold.. I can see it cool in dawn.. Wonderful
ReplyDeleteWow! This is absolutely exquisite :D
ReplyDeleteGrace, is spring still a fantasy for you? No sign of her yet? Love your last line and that beautiful picture.
ReplyDeleteHopefully spring is coming soon Gayle but in the meantime we got melting snow in the backyard ~ Thanks ~
DeleteDrumming along, a sky like no other
ReplyDeleteBreath-taking, Grace. I could feel the musical nuances in this. And we both got those drums!
ReplyDeleteI thought the word 'storm' Grace was a lovely metaphor to use....spring does bring on a profusion of growth in all sorts of ways....hope you are doing well today...
ReplyDelete"I am garden, keyed with seeds
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-- This leaves me a little breathless.
"buttered green" ... What a gorgeous name for a crayon shade.
ReplyDeleteI love this fantasy of Spring. It's really beautiful.
ReplyDelete.. garden keyed with seeds... what an image! I love your view of spring
ReplyDeleteA lovely fantasy.
ReplyDeleteHi Grace! Your poem reminds me of A Midsummer Night's Dream. I love that line: 'Singing to the moon, coppery fire'.
ReplyDeleteThe season has to change Grace--at the least I think it does. Crocuses have grown and bloomed a'ready and then 2 inches of snow covered all but the flowers and tips of the leaves.
ReplyDelete"I am garden, keyed with seeds" so beautiful!!
ReplyDeleteI'm thrilled there's no sign yet of Spring in Canada...and it's almost mid April now. Back here in Philippines, we are drowning in our boiling hot sweat.. ha! Lovely images, Grace! :)
ReplyDeleteYour fantasy will soon be reality, Grace! Love how the artwork fits your lyrical poem! Fantasizing about my garden now...may plant potatoes today :)
ReplyDeleteStunning! I love the visual imagery in this.
ReplyDeleteThis is magic...I love the colors and the voice of spring here...enchanting, Grace!
ReplyDeleteThat last line is magical!
ReplyDeleteLovely
ReplyDeleteI like how this comes together!
ReplyDeleteHow Spring can create all the frenzy much impatience being awaited
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ReplyDeletefun verbs and pushing the borders of words for a glorious musical fantasy
ReplyDeletethe title honestly puts this poem together so well; and the imagery is so vivid "singing to the moon, coppery fire" is probably my favorite line.
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