Gymnopédie (I.P.)

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Wed, 15 Jun 2011
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Homework done, like a dutiful son,
I’d sometimes tell my mum
I’d take the dog for walk – dying
for a smoke, as I was.

Drizzle mists the air – familiar lights
catch my eye. Candles, shimmer
at an open window as I glance inside
number eighty-five...

And there she sits, at an upright piano,
as she usually did ... lace curtains
bending with the breeze; jet-black hair,
embracing her arms.

Lingers still, the hint of a smile, flirting
with her lips, as she glanced, unashamedly
my way, and the melody she played –
a tune by Satie.

Like going back in time, when I heard it
again, today – sprang to mind, how green
were her eyes...and three tiny buttons
on her pale pink, silk chemise.

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Comments

Submitted by Cavalcader on
New Silver=Spun-Sand So very beautiful and touching. Words hit your heart mine! Like the last stanza: Like going back in time when I heard that tune today-sprang to mind; how green were her eyes, and the three tiny buttons on her pale pink,silk chemise. Good one for the (IP) julie xx

Submitted by Highhat on
I don't know the piece of music but I will look it up. Lovely atmospheric poem. ;)Pia

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Pleased you enjoyed, Julie, and you picked out my favourite bit too;-) Tina xx

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Hi there, Pia. Yes do look it up. It was one in a series of three that Satie wrote, often described as the dawn of new-age, ambient music, based on the ancient Greek word 'gymnopaedia' meaning festival of dance. Dream-like and totally hypnotising. Pleased you enjoyed my little tribute and thanks for letting me know. Tina;-)

 

Submitted by Cavalcader on
new Silver-Spun-Sand Tina, really. I am learning meanings some of your marvellous words. A friend had an avery once, when I was little Cut Throats, and Love bird's, umm you are lucky! Love bird's I could watch all day. Think it was continental bird's. Have a good day, not to much hoovering,this idiot got cable caught in it scary chewed a bit ok. Yes, I do agree bird's and animals and nature love to be free. Spelling mistake, so I have altered mine. Oh! Just got the Dippy Dippy bird arrive legs, whoops!bit tight tin joints had to expanded, now it's working love it. julie xx

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
I'm glad you're learning new words Julie...as I do most every day of my life. Another benefit from a writing site like ABC, I guess. Have a good weekend;-) Tina xx

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Hi again, Julie. I always wanted an aviary - just like your friend...but on second thoughts, I think it is much better to watch birds, flying free as nature intended. I'm glad you're learning new words, Julie, just as I do every day. What life is about, I guess;-) Tina xx

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Tina, have just been listening to Nocturne No:2 and No:3. Oh how beautiful, I can quite understand what you mean about the music, it really takes you away. I could just picture the lady at No 85, playing Satie on her upright piano, her jet black hair embracing her arms. The candles shimmer at the open window. Such a beautiful and vivid scene you portray here. Simply heavenly. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks, so much Jenny. I'm really pleased that my poem inspired to listen to some of this music. Yes, it so very beautiful. Glad you enjoyed my poem too and thanks for telling me;-) Tina

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks so much, Sundays;-)

 

Submitted by rjnewlyn on
Wonderful poem. I'm afraid I can't stand that piece but have never been able to fathom out why (perhaps some bad association I've forgotten); anyway, thankfully it didn't spoil reading yours! Rob

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
I'm really pleased to hear that, Rob...and I know exactly what you mean about 'associations' that we tend to form with music, smells, etc.etc. One piece of music I can't stand is The Eighteen-twelve Overture, and yet my dad loved it. Like you, I've forgotten why I hate it so much. Many thanks for reading and taking the trouble to comment;-) Tina

 

Submitted by Beeme on
The last stanza is perfect. The whole poem is so vivid, moving and very poignant. Beeme xx

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Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks, muchly, Beeme;-) Tina xx

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Hi there, Nathan;-) I love that description of yours 'almost like two flavours of ice-cream in one dessert bowl'. Magic, this! Pleased you enjoyed, and that it inspired you, as it quite plainly did;-) Tina xx