The following two pieces are for this months open mic evening which are loosely based on the non compulsory theme being, Hope.
Insanely balanced on the brink of blue
A parcel of jealousy tied with sisal
Ardour, so emerald green, wanting you,
To triumph your love without reprisal
Flick of a coin, heads or tails, your call;
Hoping for a wish, a dream to come true
Down into the darkness can’t see it fall
Oh wishing well, my last hope lies in you.
Slowly the emerald green fades, vivid red
Wishing well? But a mere hole in the ground
How loves foolish obsession ruled my head
Who was I kidding? And I’m ten pounds down.
© Julian Clarke 2017
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Last Hope
The visions are clouded for the cynics of mankind for blindly believing it best not to believe; but Layla’s last hope for her sick one lay in the palms of a pagan priestess. And so the priestess cast her circle upon the ground and with eyes closed she rode the latitudes of time. From all points of the compass winds were weaving weighing mystic chants from the shaman of nations to dance in spiritual trance. Karma gathered and harnessed in heart and so the priestess returned to her own awareness; her rainbow gown laced in white flowed silently while hands circled the air as she sang incantations of spiritual care. With gratitude Layla wore tears on her cheek that fell to the earth as she wept with joy at the breath of her daughter’s soulful re-birth.
©Julian Clarke 2017
A lovely touch of the fantastical in both the poem and the prose piece.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rosemary.
DeleteThose colours carry the poem along so vividly!
ReplyDeleteMuch appreciated and thank you for your comment.
DeleteFlick of a coin, heads or tails, your call;
ReplyDeleteHoping for a wish, a dream to come true
Down into the darkness can’t see it fall
Oh wishing well, my last hope lies in you.
Beautiful lines, Julian :)
I'm pleased you liked it, Sanna. Thanks for dropping by.
DeleteNice to read you, Julian, as always. I especially enjoyed the story told in Last Hope.
ReplyDeleteHi Sherry, thank you for your comments and I'm pleased you enjoued, Last Hope.
DeleteI love this Julian, I almost would have thought they would have worked even better in opposite order with the prose being a story backing the poem... (a bit like a haibun)... but I loved them both.
ReplyDeleteBjorn, thank you for your kind remarks, much appreciated.
DeleteI love this line: "Ardour, so emerald green, wanting you"
ReplyDeleteThank you so much and i@m glad you liked it.
DeleteThis too: "and so the priestess returned to her own awareness; her rainbow gown laced in white flowed silently while hands circled the air"
ReplyDeleteAlso this: "with eyes closed she rode the latitudes of time"
thank you for your kind remarks, they are very much appreciated.
DeleteYes, I agree with Bjorn...
ReplyDeleteZQ
Very much appreciated, thank you for droping by.
DeleteBoth pieces work well, Julian, and in harmony. Mystical. The haibun suggestion is a good one because haibun is an intriguing format and worth exploring.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Richard for your remarks and I shall certainly have a look at this format.
DeleteHow loves foolish obsession ruled my head
ReplyDeleteWho was I kidding? And I’m ten pounds down
Sometimes one gets carried away with love that a lot of efforts trying to please a loved one just fizzle away.
Hank
Thanks, Hank, for your comments, as always appreciated.
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