easy in the going

She waits
for the word to come down
her train is leaving soon -
ticket purchased
and held tightly
in her beautiful hands .

(parchment pale hands,
thin and strong,
that once held such powerful music
and in all the keys,
she played our lives
so that we were formed
by the sound of her heart)

She waits for the bells to toll
and for the band to start -
she is easy in the going
and longing
for the gentle rocking of the rails.

Song of Songs – There I Will Abide

love birds#5 (3)
I
And there I will abide
Abide seems to be a word
filled with soft meaning
and deep intent
I will abide
belong, rest, take comfort, dwell,
I will abide
withstand, endure, await, sojourn
accepting without hesitation
I will abide

II
My love is my abode
His limbs pillars of fragrant cedar
To shield me in my rest
His arms are oaks of sinew and might
Silver is on his head
Burnished and gleaming
Sapphire his eyes
More beautiful than the morning sky
His heart of precious stones
More valuable than the kings stores
He calls my name
And I am safe
My love is my love
And there I will abide

*** in honor of our 33rd anniversary – I love you

and they danced in the light of the moon

He brushed aside the crows feet, as the raven perched on his head,
sitting regally as a black swan.

The old man swatted it away -“Get off me, you ol’ chicken!”

“Your go – you said when you sat down here you were gonna play”

The small bat moved the pawn.

“No, no! We’re playing cards – deal those things!

“Are we playing gin again?”

“No, skat, you silly bat – but gin sounds perfect at a time like this.”

The small bat began to beat the rooks with the queen-
thwack ,thwack ,thwack with the constancy of a metronome.

“That queens gonna ice you good if you keep that up”

He sloshed gin from the old liquor bottle, into the teacup,
washing the faces of the painted orange flowers
and causing one nasturtium to hiccup quietly.

Rocking gently in the corner, the wheelbarrow creaked
as the long dragony tail of the crocodile kept time
with the blues man, his sax crying that black cat blues.

And the old man, grinning like a yellow toothed dog,
danced to the blues man’s tune
with Selene, her raven hair crowned with the crescent moon.

(Meanwhile, the raven and the bat played mumblety peg
with a needle in the haystack until the violinist played
last call.)

*** For dVerse Poetics, Claudia gave us a list to play with -Obelix, a dragon, a crocodile, an old tractor, a bat, a spaceship, Neptune, Superman, a greek god or godess, a chicken, a black swan, a nutcracker, a man who can’t stop clapping, a cup with orange flowers painted on it, a black cat, a dog with yellow teeth, a bluesman playing the saxophone, a violinist, Hänsel&Gretel, the Icequeen, an old liquor bottle, a wheelbarrow, a needle in a haystack, a raven, a blue car, a metronome…

Then an extra challenge, tell us about the old man, the moon and a little bat who meet at night here in the pub for a game of skat.

heron wings

Blue Heron by Gary Dorland

Early morning fog obscures the eastern ridge,
holding the dawning sun at bay-
resting its gray blanket across the still waters,
soft as the color of heron wings.

Warm fog obscures the bath’s mirror-
holding the real world at bay.
Resting your face against my neck-
softly our hair entwines, the color of heron wings.

*** for imaginary garden with real toads 55 word prompt and poets united poetry pantry