Friday, September 3, 2010

Fading Light



Darkness had already crept into the house;
The sky had just a tender glow of pink.
There, from the landing window, I saw the final glow
Before the sun made up its mind to sink.

Young women were once advised to gather…….'a key, a ring, a flower, a sprig of willow, a small piece of cake, a crust of bread, 10 of clubs, 9 of hearts, ace of spades, and ace of diamonds.' They were told to wrap these in a handkerchief and place it under their pillow, and to say, upon going to bed, the opening lines of my poem.


"Luna, every woman's friend,
To me thy goodness condescend.
Let me this night in visions see,
Emblems of my destiny."
Me speaking:
I have gathered the gifts required.
They will lie, when I've retired,
Under my pillow safe and sure
Held in a handkerchief, secure.
The Harvest Moon will float above
Bringing glorious dreams of love.
The ace of Diamonds or the Ring
Are sure romantic thoughts to bring.
But if I dream of Cake or Bread
There'll be successful work instead.
Flowers portend domestic joys.
Birds? Many children, girls and boys.
Diamonds mean money, Keys great power.
Dream of Storms? A torrential shower.
The ten of Clubs means life abroad,
Willow means love goes overboard.
Dream of Geese I'll marry twice.
But the ace of Spades is not too nice!
It stands for Death so I fear the warning:
I may not be alive by morning!
All this leads me a merry dance!
I'd rather leave the lot to chance!"


Squae Corner said...

Hello Rinky, (I've never called anyone Rinky before)
I very much enjoyed this poem. Your language is quite lyrical. Also, thank you for your kind comments at the Square Corner.

Sylvia K said...

Lovely skies and beautiful words as always! Hope you have a wonderful weekend, Brenda!


Kay L. Davies said...

Thanks, Brenda. I like the sunset seen through the window, with the interior in darkness. I'd have trouble doing that because I haven't figured out how to get my camera to stop flashing in low light. Silly thing, or silly me, I'm not sure which.
Every time I think about a harvest moon I remember talking to my youngest brother and his wife about a particular evening when he was 12, and he said, "Oh, I remember ...that was the first time I ever saw a harvest moon!" My brother, I might add, is an artist, and remembers the most amazing things.

joco said...


I like that original viewpoint.

Carver said...

Beautiful sky shot and I also like your poem.

Hildred said...

Nice poetry and great philosophy. Beautiful sky photo.

Verna Luga said...

from the phorographers side seems like its a desolate place longing to see freedom... lovely...

Hope you can drop by

BraCom (Bram) said...

Beautiful SkyWatch photo

Happy SWF! Have a nice weekend,

Regards, Bram

My SkyWatch on WordPress

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Light and Voices said...

I like how you take a photo and then drop a poem into the blog. Nice work!
Joyce M

Beverley Baird said...

Love the way you have framed your sky! Lovely colours!
Great poetry as well to share with us this week!