Sunday, 10 June 2012

Scribe




Still Life 1670. detail, Jean Francoois Le Motte


In  a cedar lined room

of musty air

made dense by candlelight

 you are

 wrapt over parchment

indian blue blotched hands 

scratch copperplate script 

and soon 

blotted sand

cascades on floorboards

the higher demands 

snakes into the night 

of melted red wax.




This is my poem for todays THE MAG over a Tess's place...wander over and have a look at the other artists work or maybe have a go yourself.xx

25 comments:

  1. Lovely imagery - rich in mental tapestry. Enjoyed this!

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  2. Whatever happened to sealing wax? I can smell it now... ♥

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  3. Nice images specially of indian blue blotched hands and melted red wax ~

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  4. Oh the joys of writing letters...we should all do more. Thanks for sharing. Enjoyed it!

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  5. nice take on the prompt...

    JJRod'z

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  6. wonderful imagery and I can smell the melted wax....

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  7. Draws a picture in my mind... interesting take! :)

    Old pages invite prying

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  8. Lovely descriptive words whch paint a picture of their own.

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  9. yeah, i like how you picked up on the wax

    painting details

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  10. Reminiscent of days gone by, writing letters, not texting or emailing. I like it, and it suits the image perfectly!

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  11. thank you all for your great comments....i am so grateful for every snippet!!

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  12. I like this…all the little details of old letter writing..in a more romantic time…you wove them together really well…nice flow…

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  13. Very sensory with the cedar, musty, copper and red trailing wax. Very good, I enjoyed this!!

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  14. Reminiscent of old times, Kay! Whatever happened to good old fashioned letter writing? Blame it on cyberspace, the email,FB,twitter etc! We are in so much of a hurry, that's why! Great verse!

    Hank

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  15. great - you get all the senses involved...

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  16. How visual..wonderfully alive!Especially "the higher demands"...

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  17. Beautifuly done - wonderful words.

    Anna :o]

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  18. I love our language. Hate what technology is doing to it now. My teen even says LOL now instead of laughing out loud and, she assures me, all of her pals do it too. I fear in another couple of years we won't recognise language as it used to be at all.
    This is old time, romantic, lovely. ...Smiles

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  19. Dancing visions! Lovely poem!

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  20. Nicely expressed. Very Apt indeed. :)

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  21. This is beautiful, I love the ending. Wonderful!

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  22. Very nice! Really sets a mood.

    =)

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