settling silence
new to the air once filled with
strummed songs sung in harmonious inebriation
animated hilarity soaked in remember whens
crowd circled catch ups of stories
carrying a fabric woven together
in late night star threads
and fluming plumes of smoke littered in crackling sparks
laughter from the step dancing fire
drawing us nearer into glowing merriment.
Now, as the embers die down
voices find hushed tones
quiet cadences capture late night truths
steeped in sleep as they slip away from the firecircle
into the cooling dark
leaving us lost in our own unchartered time.
I just wanna go on with you....
huddled in hip touching intimacy
our lips whispering truths
only spoken when honesty finds eternity
near the pulling tides of time.
I just wanna go on with you
into the late night
where treasured secrets feed the glowing red embers
of barefoot cuddled warmth under a sandy blanket
We'll feed the fire
and settle into the new silence
before dawn steals the mystery
when our own embracing sleep will find us.
Written for Sunday Scribblings with youthful remembrance. The prompt this week is "my nights." For more offerings, check out their site.
11 comments:
This is beautifully woven! I love how one scene blends into the next just like those flames.
So many wonderful images!
That was a beautiful piece. Floaty, and full of remembrances for us all, I think.
And many thanks for your kind comment on my blog.
What an evocative poem! It feeds into our collective memory. Who hasn't been warmed by that fire?
you have a wonderful way with words
Linda...thank you, wonderful feedback for me and coming from an English teacher, I am pleased, pleased because that we my intention. I was trying to find the right rhythm to mimic the flames.
Tony....thank you. I love how the prompts can sometimes transport us into a memory from far away land and drop us right into the emotion of it. This one flew me right there.
granny....it is a collective memory isn't? I love that........it is the sense of belonging to and loving.....companionship and the stopping of time....even for a moment.
tammie.....thank you. I stumbled a bit on this one and am not completely satisfied with it yet, but will let it find it's grounding and then I will return with a new set of eyes and ears.
Hey, I've missed your posts!
This one is lovely, I like the intimacy that only nights can bring.
"I just wanna go on with you
into the late night
where treasured secrets feed the glowing red embers
of barefoot cuddled warmth under a sandy blanket."
Great line!!
You took me back on time!
nocturnal
Wow It captures the spirit of a cam[fire in elevating words. Excellent
Devil....me too! when i read the prompt, i was somewhat taken aback because i had been thinking all week trying to figure out when I had pulled an all nighter that wasn't tied to dealing with a sick child or fretting over something.......plus i was supposed to be at a reunion this weekend with friends whom I have spent many late night/all nights with.....the prompt and the thoughts came together at just the right time for a capturing of a memory.
smallworld....thank you. It's definatel the line I'm most enamoured with, and will most likely tinker with the beginning to make it flow to that point. But, it's captured now in first draft and will simmer for a bit.
gautami.....I'm thrilled it did that for you.....our collective memory of our youth is quite amazing isn't it? It doesn't matter where we grew up, there are some moments which cross over datelines and terrain.
Marja....campfires are my favourite summer activity....I wrote this on Friday evening knowing I was missing one with a bunch of kindreds who are altogether again for a weekend of fun. I was feeling very nostalgic and wistful.
Very nice!
I was sitting near the fire with you - well done.
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