Sunday, August 28, 2005

Sweet Return

Ah -- to return from a magical week
and find so many kind and loving posts.

All will find a place in our wedding scrapbook
already over 80 pages. After the wedding
at Sakin'el we spent five days at Blowing Rock,
North Carolina where I managed to write a few things.

Then off to Raleigh, NC for a handfasting!
20 people in unique ceremony including
a circle of rose petals. After the 'closing' Em and I danced,
broom in hand, while guests showered us with petals.
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Here is the first poem I wrote on the
'honeymoon'
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CHALET

Chalet is a magical word,
sung out in chimes without trying --
all heads turn and hearts remember
dreams as silent echoes of joy.

There's no one doesn't like chalet,
a form unique in artist's call
to function rather than comfort;
all angles, stone and sliver wood.

For while it defies the piled snow,
and cleaves with ease the howling winds;
it is for lovers a haven --
carved from a niche of tomorrow.

The ready fire never crackles,
but purrs with careful pulsing voice --
averting laughing amber eyes,
and caressing finger shadows.

Know bubblicheese and whisper wine

dulcimer knees and unribboned hair,
hourglass unturned and balconied moon
on a carpet of longing furs.

All is curves and rounded prayers,
and vampired throats and ruby hints
of scattered petals of young again
and innocence found in childish tears.

As ye slumber within my arms
and vaulted beams away from harms. --
chalet, chalet, mon dieu, et tu --
encore mon coeur chanson l'amoure.

2 Comments:

At 11:10 PM, Blogger Heather Blakey said...

Welcome back faucon. You sound deliciously happy and relaxed. Good to have you here.
Heather

 
At 11:41 PM, Blogger Gail Kavanagh said...

Glad to have you back, Faucon.

 

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