Into the Marvellous

Cherry

By Ewan

Thu, 07 Jul 2016
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Untie the rope,

wrap it round your wrist.

The balloon will rise,

a new moon at midnight.

 

The stars look down

and city lights look up:

we float between them,

reflecting twice the glory.

 

We follow the river,

through the city,

crenellations to the left,

brutalism to the right.

 

History fires arrows

at the future

and we watch their flight:

they fall short, ignored.

 

Our simple blimp

soars over Prague

or Budapest or Sofia:

we flee the Occident.

 

We pull on the rope,

turn towards the sunrise:

moving air moves

our captured stillness.

 

The dirigible’s course

is easterly

to the yin and yang

- into the marvellous.

 

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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

This poem captures the beautiful picture so well. The baloon looks almost crystal to me.

Thank you for sharing both.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Ewan on

image, but I found it only today. The poem I wrote around two years ago and I had a fiddle with it today. I wanted to post something in contrast to the other thing I posted.

Thanks for reading and commenting

Ewan

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Submitted by airyfairy on

The picture is stunning, as are the words.  I suppose I'm reading this as a companion piece to your 'Folklore', so the beauty seems to have a number of barbs.  Particularly liked the verse about history shooting arrows.

Submitted by Ewan on

it's a companion piece in as much as it accompanied "Folklore" onto ABCTales today. I wrote this one about two years ago, fiddled with it today and looked a bit harder for an image to post with it. And, of course, I wanted to post something at least partly counteractive to the deep pessimism of the other one.

Thanks for reading and commenting.

Ewan

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Submitted by catherine poarch on

I like both this and the Apocalypse one. Two different moods but both seem to be shaking off the shackles in some way.

 

Submitted by Ewan on

for reading and commenting, it is very much appreciated.

Ewan

 

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