Questions in the Mist

the warm breath of the shehnai,
seeps in through the keyholes
of a padlocked past,
falling in pasty layers on the blue tiled floor;

I tiptoe around the high notes,
saccharine drenching my arms,
lilting echoes smudged
by discordant footprints;

outside this forgotten door,
thick fog gnaws at the trees,
the smoggy outline of its colourless crown
nodding to the liquid rhythm;

He asks if roses opened their red frocks wide,
to be embraced by the soapy mist;
if rainbows, like satin ribbons,
are tied to still-damp sunshine plaits;

the evening like a painted matriarch
pulls on a wrinkled black dress,
gathering the haze into her folds,
questions like rhinestones on her seams;

His voice stretches like a limbo bar,
the night crawls under, her back bent,
He asks how the wind that cranes its neck
remembers tunes from years gone by;

if the dark songs in my eyes
are shadows cast by a future light,
where music rides rainbow-tailed waves
drifting in an ironed sky.

the notes flutter in patterned drifts,
past windows unbuttoned from time,
he asks if I have learnt to connect
the silent dots on their swaying hips.

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25 thoughts on “Questions in the Mist

  1. This dark and filled with echoes of discordant past ~ I specially admire this part:

    the evening like a painted matriarch
    pulls on a wrinkled black dress,
    gathering the haze into her folds,
    questions like rhinestones on her seams;

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  2. Incredible piece, my fave for this prompt; layered dark & deep, wordsmithing to the max, complex imaginative twisting startling imagery, with a pinch of mystery, romance, even adventure, with hidden corridors that are only revealed with repeated readings. I like the lines /if rainbows, like satin ribbons/are tied to still-damp sunshine plaits/. But several lines shine, pulsate & amaze.

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  3. I really liked the painted matriarch too, and the very vivid visual flashes throughout the poem. It reminded me of Chinese empresses, nightingale corridors and assassins waiting in the shadows.

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