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
Whatever happened to sealing wax? I can smell it now... ♥
ReplyDeleteNice images specially of indian blue blotched hands and melted red wax ~
ReplyDeleteOh the joys of writing letters...we should all do more. Thanks for sharing. Enjoyed it!
ReplyDeletenice take on the prompt...
ReplyDeleteJJRod'z
wonderful imagery and I can smell the melted wax....
ReplyDeleteDraws a picture in my mind... interesting take! :)
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Lovely descriptive words whch paint a picture of their own.
ReplyDeleteyeah, i like how you picked up on the wax
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Reminiscent of days gone by, writing letters, not texting or emailing. I like it, and it suits the image perfectly!
ReplyDeletethank you all for your great comments....i am so grateful for every snippet!!
ReplyDeleteI like this…all the little details of old letter writing..in a more romantic time…you wove them together really well…nice flow…
ReplyDeleteVery sensory with the cedar, musty, copper and red trailing wax. Very good, I enjoyed this!!
ReplyDeleteReminiscent 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!
ReplyDeleteHank
great - you get all the senses involved...
ReplyDeleteHow visual..wonderfully alive!Especially "the higher demands"...
ReplyDeleteBeautifuly done - wonderful words.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Oh I can smell the cedar...
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteThis is old time, romantic, lovely. ...Smiles
Dancing visions! Lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful imagery!
ReplyDeleteNicely expressed. Very Apt indeed. :)
ReplyDeleteA real poem!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, I love the ending. Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteVery nice! Really sets a mood.
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