invitation

Challenge #9 from the Pagemasters inspired by a local singer at an outdoor festival..

she is

the samba train

round

coal fever

orange

light beam

ignores

the station

steel

wheel smooth

one

focus

into fog

common heart

in a constellation

belly

full of sol

stardust

glitter fall

she feeds

passion fruit

drops the moon

in your arms.

 

Reviews

[Sel Whiteley]

I love this poem: I take from it your own love of samba music. The rhythm of this poem is so suggestive of the samba music and what a lovely metaphor for samba music: a train with its fast, focused beat and then that switch at the end, to the singing herself, both the sun and starlight suggest her vibrance and the passion fruit she feeds, shows how exotic she is, I can read metaphor into this too. The ending image is exquisite: 'drops the moon/in your arms.' It's so resonant, its the sort of line that my mind will recite all day.