Green world

For Colleen’s photo prompt.

The image is from Pixabay, by Michael Seibt

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the green

heart of the world

beats to the sound of pipes

and the endless laughter of running

water

in the green heart of the world the

silence of music reigns

no human ear

listens

Three Line Tales: Shark

For Sonya’s Three Line Tales prompt.

photo by Kong Jun via Unsplash

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In the café the local radio talked about nothing else, the tiger shark, possibly, and the preparations to ‘deal with it’.

“No going in the sea for you two today,” they said, the parents, settling down under the beach umbrella where mother took out her book and father promptly went to sleep.

None of which stopped the twins going down to the water, just to look, and paddling into the shallows where nothing big could possibly be lurking.

Europe in song

To celebrate Europe, I’ve put together a few of my favourite songs. Sorry Portugal, Denmark and the old Eastern block, my culture isn’t broad enough to know much about your music.

I have a soft spot for Charles Trenet. My mother knew all his songs. The nuns at her school taught them…

The music of my London student days.

Andrea Boccelli because I love this song.

Belgium is Brel.

 

Three in one (I know Norway isn’t strictly Europe). A Spaniard singing a song in German written by a Norwegian.

How to pick just one?

This makes me weep buckets. I know. Shame it’s not the whole song. I love Anthony Kearns.

A bonus to make up for it…

 

An oak tree

 

I wrote a ring of words just now

and folded it away

because it feared the light and the night

and all the blue and misty things

that beset words out alone.

Words must be strong and straight

tall as oak trees broad as oceans

and they must have a heart that beats

to the rhythm of the dying day

the rising sun

and the dancing of hares

in the moonlight.

Play the song—now you can!

Paul Dear hosted the dverse prompt on Tuesday, and the result was this, a song without a tune. Paul, whose talent knows no bounds, heard a tune in the words and transformed my poem song into a real song. This is it. The rough version. Maybe he’ll post another version when Tony Visconti’s finished with it 🙂 Thanks Paul, I’m very flattered.

[Play the song](https://clyp.it/yrxai2jo)

Children of the night

Since we’re in ottava rima mode for dverse, here’s another one for the Real Toads prompt, based on this quote:

“’Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!” – Dracula

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When sunset’s fire fades to deepest dark,

Midnight’s children scatter through the sky,

A mantle woven from the primal spark,

For this, each day, the sun’s fate is to die.

Music of the stars, song of the lark,

Work their magic, dreams spread wings and fly.

I walk the paths of day and skim the night,

On swallow’s wings into the birth of light.

Moon music and secrets

Today’s magnet poems came one from each of the Poet, Nature and Original word sets.

 

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black tears for lost love.

Moon in shadow sleeps,

her music stilled—

not a thousand years enough

to smooth away the ache.

 

 

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in a harmony of greens—

the dark cycle’s over.

Listen to the fullness grow,

at dusk fall,

when light rain murmurs

its sweet, gentle song.

 

 

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my secrets.

We two share

one heart—

your joy is mine.