the heat of the desert
calms my body to sleep
tired bones slump on red sands
sun-shifted by blue sky
moon rises silvery
above snow-capped mountains
begging me to play and
dance with my mandolin
but i am kicking coins
and cares away, stillness
wrapped by brown earth
ignoring the curious lion
where goes my dreaming
i say, where my gypsy
feet & heart are free &
wild - there, here i am
by Henri Rousseau (1897)
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I love how it slowly shifted into that world of dreaming and left me wondering if it was a dream to start.
ReplyDeleteThe dream world you build is magnificent and that is what dreams are for; to escape and wonder and question many beautiful things we have in that world.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful interpretation of the painting, Grace.
ReplyDelete"tired bones slump on red sands" catches the mood perfectly.
JIM
I love your interpretation of the sleeping gypsy in this dreamy poem, Grace, especially the lines:
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sun-shifted by blue sky’
and the way it shifts from heat to cool snow-capped mountains’.
walking in two worlds. I like that the traveler feels free in the dream world.
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begging me to play and
dance with my mandolin
…”
Love the imagery here! Nicely done!
Pat
Nice ekphrasis.you used all the elements of the painting. Nice one
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'there- here i am' Great closer, Grace. Thanks for hosting
ReplyDeleteGreat opening and closing bookending the dreamy imagery in between. A wonderful flow to this poem, Grace.
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