Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Night music

as the sun slides down into our eyes
and shadows thicken about our feet
she turns and dives
into a river of sound

singing with mouth gone wild
singing water and strewn stars and white fire
her rhythm cold waves splashing
we taste the salt of our own tongues

on the dark grass we are stung awake
all strung like stars across the night
sparked into awareness and sense
listening in perfect tension

breathing with her every breath
moving as she moves herself
rolling through tempo and tone
like a wave, like a flame

until, at last, she stops, and we move
only to a rocking wake
as we sit breathing in
the wash of black night's silence


Blogger Sky said...

MB, this is so enchanting!

...singing water and strewn stars and white fire...

the images are so animated and brilliant in luster.

8/02/2006 11:13 AM  
Blogger la vie en rose said...

i want to sing with a mouth gone wild!

8/02/2006 1:26 PM  
Blogger Brenda Clews said...

Certainly among one of my favourites of yours!

8/02/2006 1:39 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sheer orgasm. I loved it. It's one of those poems you just have to read it out and have sex with each syllable...

8/02/2006 8:24 PM  
Blogger alan said...

Invoking her with words!


8/03/2006 12:19 AM  
Blogger that dave said...

thank you.

8/03/2006 5:51 AM  
Blogger Yes said...

It's SO hard to describe music in mere words, but one must try! This brings it to life and makes me wish I was there...any hints about who the singer is? There are so many beautiful images here.
(If I wrote a poem about my friend's outdoor band gig 3 weeks ago, I would be tempted to mention the mosquitoes--but then that wouldn't be poetic, would it?)

8/03/2006 6:46 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Oh, I don't know, Firebird — I think you ought to give it a try! Something about the insistence of their song, how it gets to the blood? Have fun with it!

8/03/2006 7:34 AM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

MB, you have truly outdone yourself!! "Singing with a mouth gone wild..." fabulous line of poetry!!

8/03/2006 8:01 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

oh what a beautiful thing this is!!!

8/03/2006 9:06 AM  
Blogger ruth said...

istening in perfect tension is an amazing line, mb. It should be written accross banners all accross the universe to explain the experience of listening to music.

Sometimes I feel you are my inner poet. You speak what I feel about music so often it is uncanny. Thank you.

8/04/2006 9:42 AM  
Blogger leslee said...

Hmm, this sounds like more than music going on here! Very nice.

8/05/2006 4:48 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Pat, thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Anne, thanks so much.

Ruth, oh, to have you in particular say such a lovely thing makes me think maybe I got close. Or maybe it's simply that we share similar responses to listening and playing. Regardless, thank you!

Leslee, thanks.

8/05/2006 8:11 AM  
Blogger shara said...

I'm so happy I followed a comment on Lee's blog to this poem, it's absolutely lovely.

8/05/2006 1:37 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

I feel like I'm in a fairytale-magical. incidentally I grew up on A.A. Miln so I expect the rhythems still stay with me, my dad used to say that particular poem often at bed time often with the Dr and the doormouse so it was lovely to be reminded.

8/07/2006 10:32 AM  
Blogger mermaid said...

Beautiful band. And to think it was free admission.

8/08/2006 11:46 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Blues mama, thanks for stopping by! I'm pleased you enjoyed the poem.

Sue, I grew up on AA Milne also, which is why I made the connection. You brought back fond memories.

Mermaid, thank you. Yup, free admission!

8/08/2006 5:10 PM  

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