The sun is an oyster with turmeric hands,
as the midmorning spring un-ribbon her hair
to let tresses, as water, trickle through sand
and merge with the restless waves of the sea,
as apple-bloom laughter fills orchard and land
the spring jumps and dances barefoot for grass
to be green, so butterflies, bees understand
proposals of flowers, how winter’s despair
rests humbled to light and whispered commands.
Today it is time for Open Link Night at dVerse with Mish hosting. I have taken the opportunity to write a Magic 9 poem which i missed last week coming back from the US too tired for anything else than going to bed.
May 23, 2024

That’s a magic Magic 9, Björn, I love the opening lines and the image of
tresses trickling through sand and merging with the restless waves of the sea. I hope you’re feeling less tired and getting back to normal.
Now I am just normal tired… which is as it should on a Thursday I think.
There’s a magical feel to this poem, Bjorn. Nicely done. 🙂
Thank you.. it was fun to write.
You are welcome. Yup, I agree, this form is fun to write. 🙂
Wonderful how you described her hair communing with nature. Also this is quite powerful:
winter’s despair
rests humbled
Deft use of the Magic 9.
Thank you… I could not pass on a form prompt… and the first line was one that just came to me a few days ago.
You’re very welcome.
“The sun is an oyster with turmeric hands” — Stellar line (pun intended).
That was a line that just came to me out of the blue (no pun intended)
You got me! 😂
Some lovely images in this Björn. I especially loved:
“The sun is an oyster with turmeric hands”
“apple-bloom laughter” (I presume you meant laughter not laugher?)
“…bees understand
proposals of flowers”
🙂
Thank you, and yes I meant laughter… soon corrected.
This is a delightful read. I absolutely love the direct metaphors and imagery of “The sun is an oyster with turmeric hands” and “apple-bloom laughter fills orchard”.
Thank you… the first line came to me a few days ago and I just had to write it down for later reuse.
I love the milieu and mix of elements and species.
Thank you… sometimes I thin a starting line and then letting the rhymes lead you helps a lot.
That opening line is brilliant and I love the lightness and brightness of your Magic 9
Thank you… the opening line just came to me.
A musing nine is a bouquet from and thus for the muses of inspired springtime arousal. Amen. Hope you’ve recovered from our Yankee debacle.
Totally recovered… and thank you for your comment.
It’s a beautiful poem Bjorn
Thank you so much
You’re most welcome
Magnificent share
Thanks
This is a wonderful poem, Bjorn! I especially found “as apple-bloom laughter fills orchard and land” delightful. Excellent work, my friend.
Thank you… it feels great when here when summer-spring is here.
This magic 9 is pure magic .. I want to let my hair down, dance thru dandelions, drink sparkling wine, smell Spring … all of it, everything. You inspired all of this.
I am pleased it inspired you.
I love your opening line, and then the flow of imagery and rhyme in this ode to spring. Lovely and magical.
I really liked the Magic 9 poetry form Björn and yours is as good an example of it as one could wish for…
I love the mix of imagery from land, sea and air in this beguiling poem – “restless waves of the sea”; “orchard and land”; “butterflies, bees understand”. All of the elements create a joyful celebration of spring.
This is a beautiful poem, Bjorn, that sounds so nicely when read out loud. For me, it has something Tolkienesque in it, a way of poetic speaking I enjoy. This was my favourite part :”the spring jumps and dances barefoot for grass
to be green, so butterflies, bees understand”
What a great write, Bjorn! I especially liked –
‘so butterflies, bees understand
proposals of flowers’
I love the rhythm and rhyme of your poem, plus it tastes good on the tongue. Pretty good for a tired guy! Hope you got some good rest!
So welcoming to Spring!
What a gorgeously magical rendering of spring! Love it.
I love the image generated to go along with your fantastic poem. I especially love :
“The sun is an oyster with turmeric hands,
as the midmorning spring un-ribbon her hair”