Ethereal.
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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- Comment from author about the poem: Out for another airing one of my efforts at wording a rainbow at dusk. Hope you enjoy.
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Comments5
Good write Fay.
You have weaved words like a beautiful tapestry, each strategically placed to form this poem. And what better subject than a rainbow. Every time I unexpectedly see one, it takes my breath away. Thank you for this lovely piece!
Such wonderful words Fay, thank you.
Andy
You nailed it to the sky as far as I can see 🙂 x
'Tonight diaphanous curl of filmy
grey smoke whispers its
liquid journey'
(Such vividity dear Fay. What a wonderful read)
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