Pietermaai, A Late Afternoon's Low Note

Rain draped my afternoon dozing

the easy pit-pat of drops tapping

beyond the curtains drawn tight

against the light, my mind shuddered

to the transient tide of a day's

insouciant skip through an idler's time;

an interloper, never native

to the rhythms, not born bred nor grieved

by those I could not know, these ghosts

of the Most Holy Rosary;

my ears open to a sad low note

drift of a trumpet warming to

another night's sweet renewal

of an island's bustling flavors.

Ken e Bujold

© 2022

Author's Note

2nd of a suite, interconnected but also singular songs.

Reviews

[Stuart Munro]

Hi Ken as usual amazing poetry , my poetry is more primary school standard lol 😂