I bid you boldly
wait a while, abide a bit
while the moon is
waning,
waxing;
linger, dear,
until she’s full and spills
her silver
in the mountain tarn
beside our cabin door;
listen, darling, you will
hear me knocking
when I’m back
again.
Lisa hosts the Quadrille at dVerse, and the word is abide.
November 30, 2020
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This is absolutely stunning, Bjorn! Love the choice of artwork and the image of the moon spilling “her silver in the mountain tarn.”💝
you fit so much into 44 words – this is almost a country and western ballad with that sensational middle verse
This is really beautiful, Bjorn, and the image at the end is the icing on the cake. To write poetry that’s so resonant in so few words demonstrates great skill and talent!
I find something chilling in this, perhaps the repetition of terms of endearment and the (threat) of knocking on the door. Makes me think of The Monkey’s Paw.
I need to read it… never have.
It’s the classic, be careful what you wish for story.
You really should, Björn
You have a point there, Jane…
It’s awful to admit it, but terms of endearment ought to be used very very sparingly.
Yes, otherwise it dilutes the currency, but these days people don’t agree?
I hear ‘love you’ bandied about willy- nilly as if the person is making a point—pre-empting any criticism perhaps. It has been diluted, I think and it’s used more like a weapon than in affection.
Certainly diluted, and perhaps as a weapon at times…
🙂
This is gorgeous–I particularly like the second stanza.
I took it as romantic, but I can see Jane’s point, too. I think someone could read it aloud and make it sound quite ominous.
Perfect for the day of the full moon 🌕
A cabin out in a remote place sounds blissful and to have romantic moonlight on the water would be just right.
I love the alliteration and wordplay in the opening lines, Björn, and the lines:
‘linger, dear,
until she’s full and spills
her silver
in the mountain tarn
beside our cabin door’ –
what an image!
In absolute awe as always. Is it wrong to say I liked the brevity? Some poetry (mine, for example) takes a hundred thoughts to come up with a feeling. You do it it so beautifully with just the words you need and nothing more. I envy that skill!
Thank you… I have tried to write longer many times, but I always find it tiresome to write… maybe I don’t have the proper patience to edit more than what I can see on one screen at once.
Beautiful and romantic, Bjorn…..the style you do so well!
I really like the rhythm of this one
I perceive this as romantic, not in a negative vibe. Rocking the prompt, brother.
Ooh, there’s some lovely alliteration here, Bjorn. I love that silver-spilling moon.
waxwaning moon abides us all. Brilliant capture, Bjorn.
loving the silver of the moon. makes me wish for summer nights under the stars.
That middle stanza is a knockout, Bjorn!
Full of anticipation…(K)
This is a treat to read aloud. Great textures in the word choices.
Beautiful moon poem
Happy Monday Björn
Much💜love
A pleading blessed with loving care not intruded by time.! An ideal relationship Bjorn!
Hank
A lovely ode to the moon.
Bjorn, I love the rhythm of your words – almost like a song. The moon has bewitched you! ❤
Stunning, stirring, and chilling. Wow.
This felt romantic with the moon and chosen words. I went outside Saturday and Sunday night to see the moon spill it’s glorious night light
upon the earth.
Beautifully penned.
delightful and anticipatory, don’t feel the sinister!
If not sinister, a little Wuthering Heights perhaps – and so well done – the long long breath at the end – ‘when I’m back…again’ – the first lines – ‘bid you boldly wait a while’ – just roll around the mouth in delicious round sounds – and the trilling silver of the second stanza – sound evokes that tarn babbling in the moonlight. Bravo.
I see “abide” here as “patience,” an element of love that is not given enough thought.
“And spills her silver” what a line and a stunning poem Bjorn
I hear these words as a promise.
The inducement to hope for the lover’s return, by the light of the moon and all the promise it offers, is just beautifully expressed, Bjorn! I loved every word of this.
Oh, THIS is just gorgeous:
“linger, dear,
until she’s full and spills
her silver
in the mountain tarn
beside our cabin door”
This is so beautifully written, Björn. And now that Jane pointed it out, I kind of feel like her. Too many endearments make me nervous,
Oh, that second stanza is so filled with gorgeous images.