Perfect rains

 

 

 

 

 

Today The Devil was beating his wife
stepping outside to ask him why
A pup bristles, a little girl cries
while a canopied trail leads to stalk

 

Following the sound
of each little raindrop
put me into a transient manner
where I rushed eagerly to the streams

 

Three fingers pointing the way
carving its nails into the green
this crystal liquid entity
settling my mind, lapping with ease

 

As swelling digits transform
I rest my head upon the fir
while lights of sky beams flash
signaling dripping perfect liqueur

 

The angle falling to the tongue
letting sips linger sifting sun
slips this drink down the throat
and I am sated, seeing perfect dreams

 

As the dream sprinkles dusting me clean
violin words sing of Melody
Her caress, Her speech, such proper
eloquence, free the tired soul

 

In a call of tongue to old
I say my prayer and head to home
awaiting Her arrival under canopy
dancing the devil, chanting decrees

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

You know my love of mythology, and this is absolutely drenched with it. I love the idea of storms and lightening akin to the devil beating his wife...my great grandmother had a saying about this, but I can't quite remember it now. Beautiful imagery, and a solid message.

[Souladareatease]

Thank You Dear Friday;) always a favorite saying and time for me...it truly feels magical...O I would catch such hell running out into storms...but days like that My mother would giggle saying that and smiling ornery...she'd play in the rain with me...till the lightning got close---it did that the day I wrote this....I had to run out and be in it...walking the trails and streams...ahhhh love it sothe fresh smells...all the fragrance from the honeysuckle and raspberries mixed with the humidity....just the right amount of cool with kisses from the sun..truly didn't want to come back in (the dog made me...she was tired of getting wet lol)---Thank You Friday!!!

[Souladareatease]

This one is very epic with some whim in it. I like this. So beautiful, and yes, with a mythological flavor to it,

Nice effort on chiaro/scuro, plus these lines did it for me:

"while lights of sky beams flash
signaling dripping perfect liqueur"

You have such a way with words.
Very well done!

- Elisa

[Souladareatease]

You are TOO kind...whim yes...many often somewhere;) Thank You!!!

Just being honest hehe... no thanks! :)

[Sami Khalil]

"As the dream sprinkles dusting me clean
violin words sing of Melody
Her caress, Her speech, such proper
eloquence, free the tired soul

In a call of tongue to old"
A dreamy work of natural beauty of rain and the streams it forms where you await the arrival of her under the canopy of nature but the devils wants to deprive you from gaining her so you say a prayer and head home awaiting her arrival...A splendid one...:)

[Souladareatease]

;) indeed Kind Sami-I appreciate the read and Your kind words!!!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[quinfinn]

my grandmother used to tell us when the sun was shining and it was raining at the same time that the devil was beating his wife....Persephone reigns supreme in this brilliant exercise in verse, it literally cascades with manna from the heavens and trickles down like sweet treacle on the palate....nicely penned!

[Souladareatease]

I've loved that since I was little...Mum used to say it with such a little girl giggle and twinkle to the eye....she'd poke my side "look Gabriel-the Ol Devils beating his wife" tis such a beautiful sight. I thank You kind Quin for such a glowing review--too kind ;) appreciated Much My Friend!!!