It’s lightening in the east
but night’s still close. The hill’s a
mass which could contain
well, anything – lovers, goblins, flick-knife
that day makes plain:
children, lawns,
a yellow Renault on bricks.
But I delight in
the moment hung between,
before it transformed so.
Image: Felix Nadar in a balloon, late 1860’s. c/- of State Library of NSW. Félix Nadar was the pseudonym of Gaspard-Félix Tournachon (6 April 1820 – 21 March 1910), a French photographer, caricaturist, journalist, novelist and balloonist.
A quadrille for dverse where De is hosting and asks us to stay close (though only in our hearts).
And here’s The Beautiful Night of Love – because…well do you really need a reason? – turn it up, sing along…
Peter Frankis writes 
Oh, I like that very much – all those possibilities, each with their own possible story, and then the reality. Nicely done.
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I like the thought of the hill containing anything while delighting in the morning.
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The hour ‘twixt dog and wolf.
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Yes. Of course (Brilliant Jane).
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Ah, this moment of delight found betwixt and between. Your words are lovely and inviting.
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LOVE that moment of possibility before reality sets in. This is so well done.
Love this line:
“The hill’s a
mass which could contain
well, anything – lovers, goblins, flick-knife”
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Thanks so much…
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This was absolutely lovely.
And that music – beautiful (so funny, I would have pictured the voices belonging to the other!)
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I know. And the camera teased during the long prelude…🙂
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That it did.
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Oh… all those possibilities… the reality is never as fancy, though goblins with flick-knives sound worse than that old Renault
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I admire this part best: the moment hung between.
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The serenity of this one made me sigh, Peter. Machines, flesh, and transience before the dawn, which we need not fear.
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thanks Steve, exactly…🙂
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