Aramanth
Sounds like some legendary jewel
But the gem
The walled city
Has lost the sparkle of the wind singer
The strangers' tall tower of
Wooden beams and metal pipes
Has lost the voice of
The soul
Young twins
Bowman and Kestrel
With a little whimsical help from Mumpo and
The bonding of a wish huddle
Search for the lost song
From the stench of the Underlake
And the enigmatic delicacy of mudnuts
To the windy plains of sand
To a crumbling parapet high above a gorge
From the cursed touch of the old children to
A lonely emperor's passion for chocolate buttons
Riding wolves or
Sailing in the claws of eagles
Space, time and beings are not always what they should be
Or could be
Not till the old queen's silver hair clasp
Unlocks the voice
Not till the killing golden Zars
Age
Rot
Not till the winds that bring the wind singer to life
Blow the dust
From their bones
And Grey District
Orange District
Maroon District
Dare to mingle
Their colours
The Wind Singer by William NicholsonMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
An extraordinary fantasy that hints of breaths from old legends and becomes a chameleon of reality and dream! And if you feel the spirit deep down, you will feel the smudges of our society lurking.
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11 comments:
Gemma, this is a spectacular poem. I so love the title......."blow the dust from their bones".....and, especially, the mingling of the colours. WOW!
So picturesque with all those different elements amalgamating in search of that lost song.
this was magical fairy tale stuff.loved it.
This is interesting, Gemma! We're led by the hand on a journey of beauty, dream and colors! Nice take!
Hank
Eureka! Here you are! LOL
I was reading your words before the picture loaded and I thought: This sounds like a sumptuous fantasy story, which it is seemingly based on. Your words have done the book credit.
I love your mix of the ancient and the modern here.
Wow, what a trip! Thank you!
Is it a poetic short cut through the novel? or the way imagination responds to writers who create seamless worlds as if born of whole cloth instead of written? Or . . . ? No matter, your very last line sums beautifully the action even in our own world:
"Dare to mingle
Their colours"
This is awesome!!! Some very creative and ear-pleasing magic in these lines:
"And the enigmatic delicacy of mudnuts"
"A lonely emperor's passion for chocolate buttons"
"And Grey District
Orange District
Maroon District
Dare to mingle
Their colours"
Oh Gemma I love this romp through an alternate world...these lines are so beautiful and mysterious "The strangers' tall tower of
Wooden beams and metal pipes
Has lost the voice of
The soul"
Gemma, I am always looking for poet-photographers to feature on Real Toads. If you would be interested in sharing a few images for poetic inspiration, please contact me.
theimaginarygarden@gmail.com
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