Girl Watching Goldfish

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Sat, 07 Feb 2015
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10 comments
 
A soft-shuttered afternoon...
the sweet, heady bloom of flowers in a vase;
half-sitting, half kneeling, dark eyes flash, mirror 
the glint of a crystal fish-bowl; silver, blue
and amber.  
 
Adorn the walls – kilims, rugs,
of every hue; hand-knotted works of art –
tapestries of bronze and copper thread. 
 
A grand affair, indeed, 
her new husband’s house, for which 
one thousand ‘thank-yous’ must be seen
to be said. 
 
A breeze wafts the drapes.
Was it only just turned three?  
 
How time dragged and how she pines
for the night and its respite from the heat, 
and how she envies the goldfish;
 
imagines what it’s like, 
in their underwater world of silver, blue
and amber.  
 
Her world, so different
and yet, in some ways, much the same
as thin whispers ricochet off glasshouse walls.
 
He finds her sandals, washed up
by the morning tide...those 
of his twelve year old bride.
 
Higher up the shore a sash of Prussian blue
and a crystal bowl – catching
the sun...
 
flashing silver, blue and amber –
rainbow colours she’d seen – once,
when she was young.
Certificate 12
Poem
Silver Spun Sand Poems
Inspiration Point (work that responds to our weekly writing cue)

Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

So sad, leaving so much to the imagination. But the detailing of the picture vivid. I'm always very slow at noticing all that is in such paintings.
I felt rather unsure of the meaning of the IP, but in reading this, I think I was thinking on the right lines probably, - though very differently! regards, Tina, Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Hello there, Rhiannon, and thank you so much for taking the trouble to read my offering for the I.P., and to comment, so thoughtfully.

I too was unsure, but I guess it matters not, at the end of the day.  As long as it gets us lot writing... that's what really matterssmiley

Have a peaceful Sunday, Rhiannon, you and yours.

Tina

 

Submitted by scratch on

Holy Moley Tina.  You aced it right here.  Brilliant!  The transistion when it came was subtle and smooth if a barbed thing can be so.  This is great stuff.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

And the top of the mornin' to you, too, scratchsmiley

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

The products of your fertile imagination are neverending , Tina. This is another to add to the collection.

Luigi xxx

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Luigi, all I can say is, flattery will get you everywhere with a girl...well, almostblush

Tina xxxx

 

Submitted by Cavalcader on

feb 9th

Silver Spun Sand Tina,well done all cherries.

A-softshuttered afternoon...

the sweet heady bloom of flowers in a vase;

half sitting,half kneeling,dark eyes,flash,mirror

the glint of a crystal fish-bowl silver, blue

and amber

picture fits poem excellently sad parts

Higher up the shore a sash prussian blue

and a crystal bowl-catching

the sun

beautiful

Do you think goldfish get bored swimming around around

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

in answer to your question, Julie...wouldn't yousmiley

Smashing to have you popping by again. It's just like old times,  Well done, Julie, and hey...thanks, so much, for taking a look at my stuff, and sharing your thoughts, inspired and original as they are.

Have a peaceful evening.

Tina

 

Submitted by bosch on

a slow rush of beautiful lines, powerful imagery at the close.  

1064 poems, you are a fertile girl.  all to the good. swep

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

And to you, swep.  And to you.

Tina