Nebulous.
Shadowy movements of ethereal
music play nebulous games
with the moonlight's white fingers
across uncanny skyscapes.
Tonight diaphanous curl of filmy
grey smoke whispers its
journey along water's dark mask
with swirls of limpidity.
Time for wonder as tiffany uplights
mosaic patterns in gloom
on a blackening trout's fishy back
to create sheer translucence.
Thru' glassy mist night-jet hangs
gauze over sickle-shaped
glow netting half lit luna lantern
in haunting gilt-opaque.
Clouds part and I stand entranced
as the rare yellow ghost
of a flimsy late rainbow skims past
flaring but for a moment.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Good write Fay.
Glad you liked the read Orchi
I can not imagine or think of a more fitting image to accompany these fine words dear Fay ... and that concluding stanza is almost to die for .....
Your generous comment is truly appreciated my friend. Am pleased you liked the last stanza too..................... as ever... x Fay
Words fantastically employed here. The mystical nature of the scene you have created is dripping in linguistic depth. "Moonlight's white fingers," water's dark mask," 'mosaic patterns in gloom," "half lit lunar lantern." are some of my favorites. I agree with Nev about the last stanza being to die for. I think I'll save this work. - Phil A
Your comment is a linguistic pleasure to read and in itself is written in poetic style - many thanks Phil and gratitude too for adding Nebulous to your list of favourites.
Such wonderful words once more Fay, may that rainbow come into your life many times more.
Andy
Humble thanks dear Andy for those generous wishes - rainbows are needed by so many folk in these troublesome times.
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