Nymphs in the moonlight ever after

The dance goes on
forever and ever
in the moonlight
in the garden
in the hearts
of the dancers
even after
the moonlight
and the garden
and the hearts
of the dancers
have faded away
forever and ever
Telling tales from around the world

The dance goes on
forever and ever
in the moonlight
in the garden
in the hearts
of the dancers
even after
the moonlight
and the garden
and the hearts
of the dancers
have faded away
forever and ever
Written by Titirangi Storyteller
21/06/2012 at 11:18 pm
Posted in Writing
Tagged with Auckland Domain, dancers, garden, magic realism, marble statues, moonlight, nymphs, Photography, poetry, Project 365, Titirangi Storyteller
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Thirteen used to be my lucky lucky number, ever since I was 7 and put a dime on the wheel at a church bazaar and it won - and I walked away with a cool $1.30 which was a considerable amount when you think a Nestlé's Crunch Bar cost five cents.
But I've got to rethink it... this year's been crap - troubles, illness, heartbreak... I'm half thinking those half-crazed Mayans might have been half right - though I don't half know about what.
Taking suggestions for sure-fire cures for angst, ennui, hospital stays, strict diets and other people. And any other good advice is always welcome.
Didn't get the palomino I was hoping for in 2012, definitely no Nestle's Crunch in 2013. What do I want from this year??? From the OTHER half of this year...
Titirangi Storyteller
These days it's all about the Photopo, but I also write fiction. You can find some of my short stories here.
One photo every day (well, almost every day) taken to a different dimension, funny, poignant, sad, hopefully clever... Observations about living in this world and pondering the possibilities of others. To view the archive, click here.
If I were an island, I should lay in wait until a kind bird came and sat upon me to keep me company. And if a shipwrecked sailor drifted upon my shore I would be in heaven.
Do you feel like an island? Or like a sailor? Maybe it depends on the day or the time of day or the island or the sailor. I'd rather be a bird. Would I rather sit on the island? Or on the sailor sitting on the island? And what of the water? Surely the water would want to have a say in all of this. The water would probably insist.
Appease the water, bird, island and sailor, dazzle it with trinkets and pretty words.
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out the door
through a window
down the street
into the wind
dreaming
Jnana Hodson
22/06/2012 at 12:04 am
Lovely! I think that’s the first time I ever got a poem in response to a past!
Titirangi Storyteller
22/06/2012 at 1:37 am
Ooh, I love this. Is it a cemetery? Just love this statue. Will have to find a post to do this justice.
poietes
23/06/2012 at 7:39 am
It’s from the Wintergarden in the Auckland Domain, the enormous public park in the middle of the city.
I know they will love visiting your page!
Titirangi Storyteller
23/06/2012 at 10:48 am
splendid
kolembo
26/06/2012 at 5:45 pm