Private Audience
Tucked out of sight beneath a rock ledge,
my kayak motionless on water
smooth as glass, I gaze from shadow
into light, spellbound by an aerial ballet
of swallows weaving around each other
as if choreographed in a performance
for an audience of one.
This is my response to Quadrille #154: Casting a Poetic Spell, the prompt from Sanaa at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to use a form of the word spell in a 44-word poem (excluding title), with no required meter or rhyme.
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I held my breath as I read your poem, such a reverential moment.
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🙂 Thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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Now that’s gorgeous! That must have been quite a sight to behold, Ken 😀 Thank you so much for writing to the prompt ❤️❤️
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It’s inspiring, every time.
Thank you.
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And who is to say it isn’t just so? Glad you were the audience in this performance.
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Front row seat!
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The idea that the swallows are dancing just for the watcher is delightful.
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😀 Yes!
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Perhaps it was just for you…(k)
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I like to think so. 🙂
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What a beautiful sight it must have been. Love the aerial ballet of swallows.
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🙂 Thank you, Grace.
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And surely it was just that, sigh.
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🙂
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I really love this one, Ken. Spellbound indeed. An audience of one with a front row seat.
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Thank you, Merril.
It’s my favorite spot. 🙂
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I can see why. 😊
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Could BE … swallows sensing an appreciate audience! [Great capture of energies in so few lines.]
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Thank you. 😀
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How exceptional that must have been!
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Low water kept me away from that stretch for nearly a year, but I made it back there in May. Then high water following rain receded to leave the launch ramp slick with mud in June. I’m just waiting for a day that doesn’t reach 90ºF so I can enjoy it again.
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I do hope you can go again. 🙂
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I love kayaking. I think this is such a lovely, sublime description of the experience.
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🙂 Thank you.
You might enjoy this:
https://rivrvlogr.com/2022/04/11/poem-featured-by-vita-brevis-press-2/
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super image. natural wonders abound, if we let them, yes ?
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The problems start when we get in the way.
Thanks, Michael.
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