A Feast for the Senses
Posted: Sunday, February 21, 2010
by Ella Camp
She set out once more down the moss-covered stone path- in tentative barefoot steps, she walked- then skipped- then ran toward the beckoning oasis of unfolding displays of shade and bloom that frequently called her weary soul to respite.
A magnificent kaleidoscope of scarlet, green, yellow and white dazzled her eyes, and drew her into a circle of sweet perfume- then faded into the dusky dampness of lavender blue and ivory clusters surrounding the chipped and ancient fountain- it's smell of dank decay belonging in harmony to the rust and lichen covered sculpture; lending it a rich and timeless aura of history.
As the gurgling water gushes forth into a shimmering pool floating with circles of waxy green and white lilies, dragon flies dart in nervous patterns across the glittering surface.
Lifting her eyes to the dappled sunlight glinting through the leafy canopy; enveloped within a sylvan symphony of hushed sounds- awash in luscious bursts of scent, her mind gives leave to the languid, drowsy eye which beholds the magical garden fairies in fleeting seconds of suspension. Dressed in diaphanous veils and rainbow colored gossamer wings- now weaving- now drifting, they rise in floating grace above the spreading branches of the pear tree, its leaves so cool and green- bursting with pallid tender blooms of delicate bashful fragrance.
A warm, caressing breeze lightly brushes her cheek as it wafts the nasturtiums, tulips and roses, swaying together in an embrace of tranquil beauty beside the summer-house gate.
Swirling in playful merriment, it rustles the tall slender grasses growing behind the hollyhocks, and touches the tips of leaves and petals in rapid benediction.
This interval of repose, for her, had no measure of time, although in the outside world this sharp and jagged measure, which wounds and binds the tender soul, slid quickly away with the sun as it slipped behind the distant blue hills. Turning back- with a look of nostalgic promise- she left the peaceful beauty of her garden once more.
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More commentsMarijo said it perfect--word pictures--NICE!SteveWords can be a very good paint brush- Thanks for the comment
You're still growing and smoking exotic garden produce?Willing to share?I just did- Thanks for reading- hope you enjoyed it- since it doesn't rhyme.I check the last words of every line when I first see a poem; if it rhymes I discard it out of hand as having sacrificed meaning and complexity to the banal task of finding a rhyming word.This was like being there as you used sensory details to move the reader into your nervous system to smell, hear and see what you did.An 'A' paper.(no summer school)John Wilder, Jack Schick and Richard Vail are most correct; this should be background to a plotline rather than a finished work in itself.Finding a rhyming word is not a banal task for me- it seems to come naturally.It is what it is.Thanks for the 'A' teach.You're a poetbut, you know it.(I can rhyme, too)Your comment affords me an opportunity.In your search for a rhyming word, you can't neglect your text."You're a poet, and you know it," The usage of the word "and," in this text, would indicate your acceptance of the following statement. Your usage of the word "but," indicates your objection to the statement, whether or not that's what you meant. See teach?
Hi Ella this was beauifully written. I just wish I could look back on my garden and feel the sameKeep wellKacyI wish I had a garden like that! I don't so I had to make one up- Thank You for taking the time to read and comment- Hope you enjoyed it.
I check the last words of every line when I first see a poem; if it rhymes I discard it out of hand as having sacrificed meaning and complexity to the banal task of finding a rhyming word.This was like being there as you used sensory details to move the reader into your nervous system to smell, hear and see what you did.An 'A' paper.(no summer school)John Wilder, Richard Schick and Richard Vail are most correct; this should be background to a plotline rather than a finished work in itself.
Beautifully written. Thank you for sharing it with us. You have a wonderful talent. Keep writing!Terence
I really like how this article flows like crisp prose.Thank you so much- Your recognition of this is gratifying.
I love your wonderful write up. You are such a great writer.Thank You so much- I'm so happy you enjoyed it! And you are a great commenter.
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