The Stage Set
Maybe we could eat blackberries together
now that my days will sprawl into tomorrows with
the ease of a cat, jumping from rooftop to rooftop
Maybe we could dance under a marmalade moon,
harvested with songs of the past, twirling
into twilight’s meandering hours
maybe we could lounge on the beach, the tide
washing over our toes until the other side of the noon
sun brings siestas and spirited dreams
Maybe this could be the next scene, the opening
act of the final play – the stage set –
if only just for one
The first line for this poem is taken from the last line of my first published novel, Benched (Cristy Watson, Orca Book Publishers, Victoria, 2011)
I love the imagery you evoke!
Thank you, Bavishya!!
lovely, with the rhythm of a song and each stanza another painting
Thank you, Carol for your lovely comments!!
Beautiful poem! Thoughtful and relaxed. “…into tomorrows with
the ease of a cat, jumping from rooftop to rooftop” is particularly a lovely line.
Thank you, Angel! This year’s prompts were fabulous and freed me up to write on a theme for many of them.