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Sitting at a chill cafe,

Under the spell of good jazz,

I felt a bohemian thread

Bind the vessels in my heart

And I thought of trinkets, cheap,

Interlaced with shells and beads

And feathers of teal tones

That gently masked blue eye charms.

I craved to adorn my ankles, yes,

For I thought the Moon would do too

If she had slender legs and coins

To buy dazzling talismans.

In my mind she strongly loved it,

Being silver and embellished,

From crest to crest her lure enhanced,

I almost stood up and left

But the tune that had been playing

As quick as it started, died. 

Reviews

[olla]

I was reminded not too long ago of my introduction to Bohemianess.. and jazz.. and espresso.. and spoken poetry.. now you have brought it back a second d time.. dark and rich and full bodied.. a lifetime ago.. it's probably a good thing there is no open air market place right now.. me and the moon might just wander off..

[V]

You have a way with words, something that reads effortless, creative and good mingled with great images, kind of dreamy, almost "other worldly" yet perfectly fitted into life as we know it.

[Marian Elizabeth]

Thank you. I think this is the most explicit review I have received so far, and I appreciate it. Yes, I fight to get my feelings out there, to make them available to the readers. On top of that, I think Bohemianism is pretty dreamy and magical :)

[V]

It is and it was a lovely read. You're welcome.

[The Twin Arenas]

heh i love passions like this that are lit by music and light (or lack of it) and then head back to air like bits of the big swell hitting a rock.

[Marian Elizabeth]

Yes indeed... some emotions are triggered by something and they die when that something dies...

[The Twin Arenas]

good while it lasts, though. fleeting things too often have a poor reputation.