(2) Madame Ranevskaya’s Reverie
I dance beneath boughs heavy with spring,
wine-warm laughter on my tongue.
The air tastes of childhood and lost letters—
murmurs of father, of home.
Yet every footstep echoes farewell;
hope, a threadbare gown I once wore.
I sip nostalgia like champagne—
sweet, effervescent, and gone too fast.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Part 2 of the Chekhovian Suite: The Cherry Orchard, the madame is the lady of the house/estate and we catch a glimpse of her.
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Here’s the second instalment promised several days ago. The Cherry Orchard, Chekhovian suite of poems…
This one smells of nostalgia and has the taste melancholy. Very good word choice puts in my fave category
Many thanks Soren, she must miss her orchard and the life and memories she had there. 🙏🏻🕊️
My pleasure
1/3 slow start today
Friend, this feels like toast at the edge of ruin...the way Madame sips memory like champagne while everything quietly slips out of reach. “Hope, a threadbare gown” is a phenomenal line. Line envy exists too, you know? 🤣 This is gorgeous and ghosted. 🌹👏
Haha 😜 envy is human… to continue porting is divine🙏🏻🕊️
Totally! 🤣
Now there is a meeting I would have loved to have had. This is just a joy, especially the end, when we meet after a long absence we should be drinking champagne 🍾 🍾🍾🍾
She seemed to know how to party!
Nothing wrong with that... 💜
Nice
Thanks
A sense of reflection maybe with a tinge of sadness, nicely expressed write
Thanks kindly, most appreciated🕊️🙏🏻
You are very welcome
Cheers to this piece then. Tinged with nostalgia and a beautiful, longed-for landscape. I enjoyed it very much. Thank you for sharing. Best regards.
The sweet sorrow of a rare vintage effervescing to the last drop. An exquisite verse, arqios.
Wishing you all the best,
Tony.
Thanks for the Fave @Priya Tomar
Enjoyed. # Misty Coloured Memories, of the way we were# as the Song says.
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