Unreal.
Shadowy movements of ethereal
music play nebulous games
with light's lacy fingers, weaving
watery lines on sleepy lake.
Tonight diaphanous curl of filmy
grey smoke whispers its
liquid journey along growing dim
with fervent limpidity.
Time holds breath as stars stack
essence of tiffany dew
on blackening trout's shiny back
in twilight's translucence.
Mist covers sky but above hangs
the gauzy sickle-shaped
glow of shade-blinkered lantern
trying to flicker again.
Clouds part and dome entrances
as the beautiful ghost
of a fading rainbow dances its last
and night closes the show.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments5
Good write Fay.
I never knew there was so much in the sky. Well, I know now! lol.
'with light's lacy fingers, weaving
watery lines on sleepy lake.'
'as the beautiful ghost
of a fading rainbow dances its last
and night closes the show.'
sensuality of sumptuously worded poetry
exemplified with skilled delicacy
attesting to a poet's love for all the wondrous - nuance
within this artform of indulgently inked: decadence...
simply brilliant! yet again dear Fay
You do paint with words so well Fay. Worthy of my several re-reads to soak into the canvas and glean the richness of colour and gentle sheen of trout silken motion.
A air of peace came upon me with the vision I reached and inspired me to write.
Beautiful words , Fay 🙂 lovely poem .
Beautiful words Fay, taking back to Nature's Realm once more.
Andy
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