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Madonna
Her face a saffron blush, a Madonna at dusk,
stands at a barred window, a cracked adobe
cameo of myrtle and palm fronds.
I pause, spellbound amid slow-rising dust
from my barefoot trek through a quiet village
to contemplate the new moon,
when the Andalusia sky is lavender and violet,
and the village youths in procession,
a lamentation with lanterns
passing before their Madonna, bathed in the
scent of orange and mint, ants creeping
through her gypsy hair
her brow, a raven's wingspread, the sky deepens,
female peacocks blend with the earth,
a distant row of cypress marking where the road
lies, and from the belfry, storks emerge, to glide
majestically in a slow, widening arc,
their shadows undulate o'er the cheekbone of a
riverbed, the dying sun casts its yield of sangria
through newly plowed fields.
©2009-2015 Jade Pandora
stands at a barred window, a cracked adobe
cameo of myrtle and palm fronds.
I pause, spellbound amid slow-rising dust
from my barefoot trek through a quiet village
to contemplate the new moon,
when the Andalusia sky is lavender and violet,
and the village youths in procession,
a lamentation with lanterns
passing before their Madonna, bathed in the
scent of orange and mint, ants creeping
through her gypsy hair
her brow, a raven's wingspread, the sky deepens,
female peacocks blend with the earth,
a distant row of cypress marking where the road
lies, and from the belfry, storks emerge, to glide
majestically in a slow, widening arc,
their shadows undulate o'er the cheekbone of a
riverbed, the dying sun casts its yield of sangria
through newly plowed fields.
©2009-2015 Jade Pandora
Published 17th Dec 2015
| Edited 18th Dec 2015
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17th Dec 2015 3:39am
Ahhh, Jade-Pandora, luv ~ :-*
You utilize description in this piece so cunningly and with such a fine brush. There are a great many instances where I pause to inhale, appreciate, contemplate, then settle my eyes once more upon the page to re-read.
In each stanza and phrase, there is somewhat to love lending itself to the unfolding twilight pilgrimage taking place. In fact, it seems there are two pilgrimages, both to the sacred, conjoined yet separate, taking place.
Your spellbound pause amid slow-rising dust is a rather gloriously breathtaking thing and I have no words for why that is - just that it is, luv. :-* I see it vividly in my mind.
Finally, this
their shadows undulate o'er the cheekbone of a
riverbed, the dying sun casts its yield of sangria
through newly plowed fields.
is so achingly lovely - tis a captivating image, indeed. You have crafted a quietly sumptuous masterpiece here, luv. :-*
You utilize description in this piece so cunningly and with such a fine brush. There are a great many instances where I pause to inhale, appreciate, contemplate, then settle my eyes once more upon the page to re-read.
In each stanza and phrase, there is somewhat to love lending itself to the unfolding twilight pilgrimage taking place. In fact, it seems there are two pilgrimages, both to the sacred, conjoined yet separate, taking place.
Your spellbound pause amid slow-rising dust is a rather gloriously breathtaking thing and I have no words for why that is - just that it is, luv. :-* I see it vividly in my mind.
Finally, this
their shadows undulate o'er the cheekbone of a
riverbed, the dying sun casts its yield of sangria
through newly plowed fields.
is so achingly lovely - tis a captivating image, indeed. You have crafted a quietly sumptuous masterpiece here, luv. :-*
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Dearest fullest woman of beautiful sensual delights in artful, skillful and delicious ways to be and sound and the words and feelings you've honored me with, to share so much in your generosity... where to begin and if I could ever end...
I feel my piece, when I read it since your comment came in (as if your thoughts have helped to add even more to what one reads) now insinuates with the gorgeous elements that my imagery always has had but now seem to have even more of the sensory infusions, of color and streaks of light, and movement of birds in the air and on the ground, the sweep of the air and the sky, and the fusion of all the sounds and odors that are both grounded and that fill the layers of atmospheric life that abounds in this deceptively quiet village...
I don't think I can say more for I'm gratefully overwhelmed... *whispers* thank you...
Dearest fullest woman of beautiful sensual delights in artful, skillful and delicious ways to be and sound and the words and feelings you've honored me with, to share so much in your generosity... where to begin and if I could ever end...
I feel my piece, when I read it since your comment came in (as if your thoughts have helped to add even more to what one reads) now insinuates with the gorgeous elements that my imagery always has had but now seem to have even more of the sensory infusions, of color and streaks of light, and movement of birds in the air and on the ground, the sweep of the air and the sky, and the fusion of all the sounds and odors that are both grounded and that fill the layers of atmospheric life that abounds in this deceptively quiet village...
I don't think I can say more for I'm gratefully overwhelmed... *whispers* thank you...
17th Dec 2015 6:17am
there may be beauty elsewhere in the world to equal the immaculate glory of your village,
but I'll never find it.
I will follow along w/my lantern...
but I'll never find it.
I will follow along w/my lantern...
18th Dec 2015 3:22pm
John... John, thank you for allowing my work to invite you in where you are gladly welcomed as you join the procession, helping to light the way along with the others who confirm the beauty you have found here.
17th Dec 2015 6:51am
Wow! Savaja and JohnFeddeler have said it all. The description u put in this ink is breathtaking. A wonderful piece.
18th Dec 2015 4:16pm
Why thank you, Joe. How wonderful and generous is your support of my poet's voice and style, to have it bring you visions of mine seen quite clearly by you and embrace them.
17th Dec 2015 1:10pm
I pause, spellbound amid slow-rising dust
from my barefoot trek through a quiet village
to contemplate the new moon,
when the Andalusia sky is lavender and violet,
and the village youths in procession,
a lamentation with lanterns
passing before their Madonna, bathed in the
scent of orange and mint, ants creeping
through her gypsy hair
her brow, a raven's wingspread, the sky deepens,
female peacocks blend with the earth,
"I pause, spellbound"... tears staining face... no words... no words...
from my barefoot trek through a quiet village
to contemplate the new moon,
when the Andalusia sky is lavender and violet,
and the village youths in procession,
a lamentation with lanterns
passing before their Madonna, bathed in the
scent of orange and mint, ants creeping
through her gypsy hair
her brow, a raven's wingspread, the sky deepens,
female peacocks blend with the earth,
"I pause, spellbound"... tears staining face... no words... no words...
18th Dec 2015 4:20pm
*says gently* Yes, Geoff, thank you. When one responds without words, that's a whole other language I understand when I also know their heart.
18th Dec 2015 3:41am
a lamentation with lanterns
Beautiful imagery that conjures so much memory. The entire piece is striking and for some reason reminds me of Márquez's Macondo in One Hundred Years of Solitude. I think it's because of not only the descriptive attention to imagery detail, but the pauses of love between the words to ensure they're the right choice.
Beautiful imagery that conjures so much memory. The entire piece is striking and for some reason reminds me of Márquez's Macondo in One Hundred Years of Solitude. I think it's because of not only the descriptive attention to imagery detail, but the pauses of love between the words to ensure they're the right choice.
Dear sweet Ahavati,
The breadth of your insight and understanding simply... takes my breath away...
Gratitude to you <3
The breadth of your insight and understanding simply... takes my breath away...
Gratitude to you <3
